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... Lu looked at Bai Lian very earnestly.
While they were talking.
Jiang Fulai was standing at the entrance waiting for Bai Lian; he had one hand holding car keys and the other in his trench coat pocket, backlighting him and making his figure blurred and indifferent.
“Why are you always looking at Mr. Jiang?” Zhang’s mother nudged Zhang’s father.
Zhang’s father came to his senses, “How much money do we have in the family? Let’s hurry up and buy a couple more apartmen ...
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