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... ide,” Jiang Fulai stopped at the corner, looked toward the front yard, and slightly raised his right hand, somewhat like he was taking an oath, “I really won’t scold you.”
Only then did Bai Lian look away.
It meant she believed him.
It was eleven o’clock at night.
Bai Lian changed into a black outfit and left the house with her homework.
Backter Street’s Qinglong Bar, oh.
Inside, the lights twinkled, and smoke filled the air at the peak of its live ...
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