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... ay, Ying Zenan got up and walked to the living room, facing the cardboard boxes and foam on the ground, all kinds of jumbled objects next to him, and the watermelon on the dining table with a spoon inserted at the side of the table, and fell into contemplation.
His house should not be burglarized!
The man silently raised his mobile phone, and when he was going to call the police, a hand stretched out from behind the sofa and covered the armrest.
Ying Jing had two dar ...
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