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... o his home at meal times, a real starving specter reincarnated.
"Smooth talker, aren’t you? Hurry up and spit it out, if there’s nothing important, then scram. You’re not allowed to eat at my place for lunch, fucking freeloader. You don’t even know to pay for your meals."
Ye Ling set down his water glass and sat on the leather sofa, crossing his legs arrogantly.
"Don’t even mention it, I’m not eating here today. And you won’t need to be home either. As the chief, I’m taki ...
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