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... zhou was sitting in the co-pilot and felt that it was inappropriate to go to see the elders with empty hands.

"It's all in the trunk."

Shao Xian understands him, how can he have time to choose gifts after flying for more than ten hours? Simply prepare yourself in advance.

"Good."

Fu Baizhou smiled softly, his eyes were like a deep sea, and he could easily drown people.

This time I was in a hurry, so be sure to choose the gift carefully next time.

"Are yo ...

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