Warehouse.

The two factions stood on one side, with a wooden chair and a wooden table on each side.

On one side of the seat sat a greasy-looking man, but I didn't know this trait of myself at all, and deliberately wore a pair of gray-framed glasses with a literary style, that was Chang Bin. ...

"Beauty Don't Run, Little Wife, Mistakenly Positioned as the Boss" Chapter 227 It's a big price to joke with me It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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