Drip, drip, drip.

Oliver, who was also watching the excitement, took out her mobile phone, and the oversized pink Tutu phone case made the passers-by standing next to her look sideways.

"What's the matter? It's been less than a month since the last commission, right? ”

"You're tired of money right now, aren't you?"

The middleman on the other end of the phone complained angrily, every time he talked on the phone with this killer codenamed 'puppeteer', it made his head big, and he held a position like her

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