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... longer he looked at it. Hugging the fishing rod, he stroked it for a long while, already itching to go fishing.
"Junior Brother, you really have some skill. Senior Brother wasn’t wrong about you!"
Xiao Qimo started the car at a leisurely pace, letting Yun Zhijuan’s words go in one ear and out the other.
He was just listening out of courtesy—there was no point in taking them to heart.
Ever since the Second Squad Commander joined the organization, he had clearly fe ...
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