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... nd stood up to take the chicken soup in her hand.

Jiang Bailing did not expect that Quan Shi would actually respond to this. Stealing chickens would not result in eclipse and rice. She naturally did not want to be kicked out, and she was in front of Shen Shenxue.

"Brother A Yuan ... Am I saying something wrong, don't drive me away ..." Jiang Bailing's eyes circled red, and tears came.

"No." For the first time, Quan Shi felt a little impatient, so that she couldn't feel Bai L ...

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