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... "Your sister asked me to come and see if you were dead or alive, otherwise what makes you think I’d want to see you? At nineteen years of age, you’re living without any semblance of being human. When your sister was nineteen, she was already finding ways to pay off your debts."

An Yang looked down at the lunch box in his hands, feeling very uncomfortable and couldn’t help but cry out loud.

"Also, the five hundred thousand you owe me, your sister has paid it off."

Upon he ...

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