Xiaoyi cried out, if he ran again, he would really not be able to get up.

Jiang Danhe was confused, picked up Xiaoyi, wiped his sweat, "What's the matter?"

After Xiaoyi heard it, he wanted to tell him with a belly full of bitterness, but now was not the time, so he looked down at his bag, "That's not important, that's what's important."

Saying that, he handed the envelope to Jiang Shanhe.

Jiang Danhe looked at the envelope, and suddenly had a feeling

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