Oh, my God! What kind of woman is Wang Chuchu?

It doesn't matter if one understands words, one doesn't matter. In an instant, my intestines melted!

Wang Chuchu sighed softly.

"It's fate! Dabao! The medicines on the counter are all imported from abroad, and all of them are genuine. A few boxes in the back warehouse, real and fake! ”

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Chapter 88 of "Those Years of Reselling Yin Cards" The child is weird and is playing in his hands, please wait for a while,

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