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... jingle bells.
The last tram is approaching slowly and making a stop.
Wu Ya suppressed a large group of passengers, and the passengers on the platform scrambled to get on the train. The crowded tram, like a tin box full of sardines, jingled, jingled, and drove away.
Cheng Qianfan was riding a rickshaw, wearing a peaked cap, with a briefcase hanging on the handlebar, dressed like a poor gentleman on the night shift, and was running around the Shanghai beach under the d ...
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