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... h a snap, Zhou Wencai folded his folding fan. He stared at Wang Bapi’s eyes with an ambiguous smile. Instead of anger, he laughed. Immediately after, he called out to someone, “Xiao Tong, come here!”
Immediately, an adorable 11 or 12-year-old boy with a round face, a round head, and a slightly round body squeezed through the crowd. He bent over and put his hands on his knees. He asked, panting, “young master, what’s the matter?”
Zhou Wencai noticed the grease on his face ...
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