When Uncle Li said this, he smoked a dry cigarette, he choked and coughed, and naturally lost his former condescension.

How could Forsythia Meng not know the calculations?

It is precisely because of this that Meng Lianqiao acquiesced to let me come back to help.

Now that the two are talking, I understand that I was sold and I was helping others count the money!

Forsythia Mon is not ......

"The Years I Touched Gold" Chapter 94 Who the hell are you Hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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