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Gao Suhua was also afraid that Luo Qiao would really go to the police, and it would not be good to bring up other matters at that time, so she also helped: "Captain, anyway, my family's Guibao account has been moved away, so why don't Luo Qiao have her account down? "

   The captain was also afraid that the news of the Zhao family would make other villages laugh, so he said: "Well, the house of the educated youth institute is empty, you can live there first, but you can't liv ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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