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... the clothes were obviously too small, the sleeves were short, the waist was tight, and it didn’t fit well. Song Tingfan changed into the slightly wet clothes.
As he just got down the attic, he heard a familiar voice.
"Widow Song, I’m soaking wet, can’t you feel sorry for me a bit?"
He walked down a few more steps and saw the man drenched like a wet chicken, it was Niu Er.
Lin Qiao couldn’t be bothered to deal with Niu Er. "Go grab a cloth yourself, stop yelling he ...
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