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... e. The silhouette of a wretched fatty surfaced in Chen Mo’s mind.
“Uh huh. What’s up, Old Tian?” Chen Mo awoke and asked.
This Fatty Tian never called him for nothing.
“Eh, Chen-ge! I told you not to call me Old Tian. I turn 18 this year!” Fatty Tian said in annoyance.
Chen Mo rolled his eyes. This damn fatso thinks he’s a deity or something. He said he was 18 years old two years ago and he’s still cl ...
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