Of course, no one cares how badly they cry.

The whole room has been smoked.

"Little Tooth, what's going on?"

Zhang Ya's father, Zhang Cai, smiled and said.

"The third uncle owes my dad four thousand five, and my dad one thousand six uncles seven hundred and two."

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Chapter 142 of "Wolong Guoshi" The gambling table is playing in your hand, please wait a while,

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