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... and and shook hands with Harry, then immediately retracted her hand shyly and sat back on the sofa.

"Nancy, you seem to be worried. Is it because of the matter with Samuel?" Seeing Nancy’s worried look, Harry immediately directed the topic to the matter between Nancy and Samuel.

"Yes..." Nancy nodded and said, "It’s spread everywhere now, brother-in-law, you should have seen it too."

Harry nodded and said, "Well, it’s hard not to know. The Internet is full of news about y ...

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