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... his head back, a towel soaked in cold water rested on his forehead.
Qu Guo’an came in backward, holding a stack of gift boxes, his chin supporting the items in his arms, and barely placed them on the desk when he saw the person across playing "dead," deep in thought about life.
"Tang Zelin, the stuff from upstairs just came in. Let’s split it, half for you and half for me. Come take a look."
The "corpse," sighed deeply.
Qu Guo’an then realized something was wrong, ...
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