The man nodded in confusion.

Feng Xiaoyu stepped forward and swept out all the clips in the snowdrift, and then looked at the old man with a slight tilt of his head harmlessly, and said in a calm tone: "Grandpa, I'm sorry for you." ”

The old man looked at the clip that flashed with cold silver light in the dustpan, and his heart was shocked, but in front of Feng Xiaoyu, he still didn't say anything.

He wasn't a great good man, especially if he had ......

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