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... these guys here!" The head followed by a bald head smiled maliciously.

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This person Si Nian doesn't know, but the person who spoke just now, Si Nian, has a little impression, isn't he the little ruffian who rushed out of the other alley during school this morning?

Now this group of people can bring a lot of people, there are no specific Si Nian, anyway, at first glance, there are more than four on Jiang Hanyu's side. Her face is not very good, since she was born, she has n ...

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

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