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Jiang Nian didn’t have time to look more, he casually closed the task panel. Following the crowd slowly downstairs, in the third-floor corridor, Qianqian was already waiting. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
She stood there with her backpack, her high ponytail clean, her cheeks fair. Her slim figure wrapped in a thin school jacket, attracting glances now and then.
"Jiang Nian, I’m not returning your money."
"Why?"
"Talking about mon ...
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