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... ficers, and come in to handle the case."

"Yes, we heard the news that you were locked up at home and came over to save you out." As for the issue of love and the removal of glands, they could not find the evidence, so let's not mention it.

The feast Zhaoyue held her hands in front of her chest, and held the group coldly. "Well, how's your case going? Who told you I was being held? Evidence?"

"..." The crowd was aggressive, evidence? They are not ready yet.

"Nothing to ...

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