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... eclared resolutely.

"Yep, impossible," Shi Mei agreed, nodding furiously. "You wicked woman, don’t frame Sister Bai!"

Shi Yuanyuan saw how cooperative she was and thought to herself with a sneer that indeed fools were fools; she went along and said, "Right, it can’t be fake, so it must be that the quality wasn’t up to par—taking those already flawed defective goods to pass off as good."

Shi Mei appeared not to understand and looked at Yuejie as if seeking help.

Yu ...

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