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... ned how to appreciate beauty.


“Eighth Brother, you’re back.” Mama Sheng looked at her son with a smile.


Sheng Xiao did not understand what her smile meant and frowned slightly. However, Mama Sheng took a few semi-finished products and gave them to him. “Your son is blessed.”


The semi-finished products in her hands were either of a strange color or were made strangely in some way. Whatever it was, there was nothing normal about them.


Even if one used their ...

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