Guan Moxiang's office has not opened the window for a long time, there is a foul smell, and there are many miscellaneous items spread out on her desk, such as courier boxes, sent bills, and various order catalogs, clothing books, etc., there is almost no spare space. He opened the window and took a deep breath of air, only to realize that she was moving the large cardboard boxes on the table. "I'll come, I'll come. &...

Chapter 122 of "Loving Prisoners" No matter what, I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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