After the hands of the two men touched each other, they said sorry in unison. Mo Wenyue smiled at Zhang Chufeng, "Junior, you are a freshman, read the English book of your senior year now, can you understand it?" Zhang Chufeng smiled faintly, and found that a senior sister he met casually was quite good-looking. "I can understand it, but it's too boring and not interesting." Listen...

Chapter 190 of "I Owe Eight Trillion to the Difu" My name is Mo Wenyue is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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