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Jian Xiaomo looked at the contract in her hand with a Pale face.
Jian Xiaomo didn’t even want to go back to Shengfan night, let alone 100 million. However, the contract in her hand was like a hot potato. Jian Xiaomo couldn’t bear to do it no matter what.
The man casually played with the pen in his hand. The quality of the metal made the pen shine.
It was so casual, as if the man was sure that Jian Xiaomo would sign it.
“woman, you should be grateful, o ...
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