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... f favor (thanks to a kind old friend for their rewarding support)_1
Jiang ancestral home.
The middle-aged butler stood in front of the rear mountain gate, holding a black umbrella. Without the old family head’s permission, he dared not step beyond the threshold.
He waited quietly at this moment.
After a long while.
Finally, the sound of the door opening echoed, and the intercom on the iron door transmitted the voice of “Jiang Qingcang”.
“Come in.” ...
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