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... the looming thunder of summer.
Nan Rongrongyang stood on the spot, "A Cang, I'm all for your own good."
"Fart"
Nan Rongcang's forehead was huge, and he could see the blue veins in his neck tensing and bulging, as if he would break through the epidermis at any time and stretch out, "For my own good, have you asked my opinion? You know what I'm thinking, and you do things that I don't like at all in the name of being good for me, that's what's good for me"
It was the ...
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