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... in the future, but it was in the ’80s.

There was a milk tea shop in the 1980s. If it was built, it would be hard to imagine what would happen next.

Her milk tea shop had already been renovated and the stools that she bought were also ready. Now that everything was done, Zhao Yun even came to visit later. She was shocked when she saw the milk tea shop. She didn’t expect that it would actually open for business. Moreover, she had never seen this shop before.

She gasped in a ...

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