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... ed at the surveillance and suddenly said: "He went to the hospital yesterday?"

The housekeeper said with respect and respect: "Yes, it is not a bad injury. I heard that I have also done an injury identification."

Yan Yan slightly narrowed his eyes, and the wrinkles in his eyes became more and more obvious. She sneered: "This is not going to be strict, and some people can't wait to bully the head of my strict family."

The old housekeeper lowered his head and looked serious. H ...

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