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Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches - Chapter 148: Change[3]
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... icularly large. A black-and-white portrait of an elderly man rested on a table, surrounded by incense sticks and fruit offerings.
Those attending weren't relatives of the deceased---they were his neighbors.
Over the years, they had benefited greatly from the old man's kindness, and now, at his passing, their grief was evident.
A young boy stepped out of the room. His expression was calm, an incongruous sight amid the mourning crowd.
But everyone knew that this boy ...
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