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... There is an aluminum lunch box on the stool.
Looking at it with Cheng Qianfan's sharp eyes, the aluminum lunch box was tilted, so he suspected that the stool was lame.
The clothes on the boy looked like they were made by an older child, and there were patches, but they looked clean.
The car passed by the door, the boy looked up, then lowered his head.
Cheng Qianfan's heart was filled with panic.
He didn't know who the single boss was.
The fi ...
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