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... l pass out for three days. Give me back the rest.”
“…”
Feng Zhiwei’s head ached and anger grew in her heart. Chunyu Meng you bastard! Why didn’t you say anything sooner!
She smiled coldly and filled the empty bottle with dirt from the walls. She tossed the bottle back through the hole and then blocked the entrance with a chair, paying no mind to Chunyu Meng’s mourning wails.
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