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By evening, the balance on Qiao Haidong’s bank card had become six million.
But, this was far from enough!
He clenched his bank card, standing in front of the window watching the storm rage outside, his brows knitted deeply.
He was only sixteen years old, and there were already noticeable lines between his brows from constantly frowning.
Footsteps sounded behind him, it was Jiang Huiru.
She was somewhat afraid of her son now, speaking cautiously, ...
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