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... Be a person.
Thank you.
Jiang Fulai put away his phone after replying and glanced at Bai Lian, “Shall we take a look next door?”
Next door was the closed Xingyi Martial Arts School.
It was exactly what Bai Lian wanted.
When the two reached the door next door, a dark-skinned middle-aged man was shooing away two men in suits, “Scram, I’m not selling!”
It was nearing November, and the weather had turned cool.
Most people were wearing coats. < ...
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