Back at the rented house, Ling Yun and Tang Meng moved the books, clothes, and other things in the car to the living room, and then Tang Meng lay down on the sofa heavily, and then pleaded with a dead face: "Boss, you see it's past eleven o'clock now."

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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