"Wu Banxian?"

"Wu Yong?"

"Old liar?"

"You have been reported for selling fake wine!"

"Your tricycle was confiscated by the city management!"

In the spacious and bright room, Qiao Yuan kept calling Wu Banxian's name.

Tracing back to the source... It was normal at first, although Wu Banxian's expression fluctuated slightly, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body, as if he had seen something horrible and disgusting.

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