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... Yu could get three satisfactory advertising slots.
On the evening of the same day, Zong Qingxian thought about returning to Feng Yu for a meal. He found a restaurant with a similar grade to Little Sheep, with a black leather bag and a heroic and righteous look.
Once again, he saw Feng Yu’s fancy order, and randomly selected a page on the menu, and then removed a few unwanted ones.
Zong Qingxian wants to spit the stars and spray them on Feng Yu’s face: two people, how can th ...
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