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... >  Nodding apologetically to the friends and merchants, Shen Miaomiao temporarily walked out of the crowd and came to the bathroom.

  Close the door, drop the cover, and lock it!

   Click!

  The world is finally quiet.

  Shen Miaomiao who was sitting on the toilet seat let out a long sigh of relief.

  She needs a quiet environment for thinking.

good!

   Just now, the mentally handicapped problems of friends and businessmen made her catch a brand ...

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