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... er him from helping Lin Xuanzhi move.


When he was about to reach the entrance, the supervisor who had just received a thousand gold smirked with obviously malicious intentions and said to Lin Xuanzhi, “Lin Young Master, when would you like to come and play again next time?”


Lin Xuanzhi coldly replied, “There won’t be a next time.”


The supervisor was stunned, then he laughed, “Lin Young Master really likes to joke.”


Pei, stop trying to encourage my ...

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