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Chapter 57: Fleece from the Sheep
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... indeed limited, especially for someone like Su Ziceng, who after being reborn, was still doomed by a fortune teller and lost ten years of her life prematurely.
Having fewer wrinkles doesn’t mean having more bumps and grooves in the brain, making one more clever. On Sunday morning, Su Ziceng was still sleepy-eyed, and while having breakfast, she inadvertently rested her gaze on the newspaper left by Su Qingzhang.
The weekend special edition of Mo City Evening News prominently fea ...
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