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... really wrong!"
"Please don't kill me. My father is just my son. I'm willing to pay for my life!"
"Oh," Yan Huang sat at the boss's desk made by Wang Fat, and the leather sofa imported from Italy was really big, soft and comfortable: "Isn't your money just made in my name?"
Wang Fatzi blushed and said weakly: "Master Yan ... I don't think you are a greedy person, and although I am borrowing your name to sell elixir, I really just make some money. what!"
"Instead, if y ...
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