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... , and pour It might be a good idea.
Therefore, Xia Yichu did not say no to the thick smile on the stone.
After Xia Yichu got on the carriage, the stone sat outside, holding the whip familiarly, snorted, and drove the carriage in the opposite direction, heading for the Three Princes' House.
Fen Fang has always shrunk in Xia Yichu's pocket.
Xia Yichu sat in the carriage, stretched out his pockets a little, and looked down at him.
After a lapse of more than a year ...
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