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... hibana Meiyu's matter to her, so I will trouble you."

"Aha?" Bai Chuanxia asked with question marks all over his face.

Concubine Ma put her finger on his forehead: "I'll take the subway to work, and the Huannai plane will arrive at nine o'clock, so I'll leave it to you."

After she finished speaking, she handed the key to Bai Chuanxia.

"Um, isn't it?" Bai Chuanxia saw that his aunt's expression didn't look like he was joking, so what was going on here.

Concubine ...

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