As the title suggests, this chapter will be deleted after selling miserable tickets. I'm so miserable, it's 19:30, and from morning to now, the particles haven't entered, and I've been on a drip for six hours.

Gastrointestinal colds. My family members see me so pitiful, so they all vote for me. The update has been written in the early hours of tomorrow morning, and I will express my gratitude to the families who have supported the millennium one by one in the author's testimonial.

It's not easy to write, so please ask my family.

"The Rich Start with a Stall" sells miserably and begs for tickets is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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