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... ur, who is talking about me?" Gong Xiqiu took a big gulp of the dirty wine, his brows furrowed. During the few days when he was a "captive" in Xiaocheng, he drank the best wine, but he didn't expect to make his tongue tricky, and now he always feels uncomfortable drinking wine outside. He put down the wine bowl, took a bite of the food and drink, and muttered, "It must be either Alai or Mama..."
He was preparing to go back to the guest room to rest after eating.
The conversati ...
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