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... ith the two girls, he reluctantly walked out of the room and went to the reception room.

  As soon as he opened the door, he saw the three members of the Morgan family, puffing and puffing in the reception room. Fang Lang smiled helplessly and said:

   "Mr. Charles Morgan, you are really old and strong. You are not at home to rest at this time, and you still have the energy to fight back."

   When the three of them saw Fang Lang coming in, they all smiled and stood up to gre ...

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