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... hands, restored the desk to its original state, and quickly thought about the reasons for the response.
The doorknob rang, but the door did not open immediately.
After a while, the sound of the door lock being picked rang out.
Ying Jian frowned.
How can anyone at home dare to pick the door lock of the study during the day?
A person who looked like a cleaning aunt flashed in quickly, with a body that was not as strong as her age and size.
After the study ...
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