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... apidated, abandoned warehouse.
Sang Siyang squatted in front of Lu Jiao, looking at her beautiful and luxurious clothes, and her increasingly plump and pale face, he couldn’t help but want to ridicule.
Heaven was never fair, Lu Jiao, someone like her, could live such a good life, healthy, while his Qiaoqiao had to suffer from illness, and had passed away so soon...
Sang Siyang’s eyes were bloodshot, he reached for a small knife nearby, his eyes revealed a chill, but it di ...
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