"You're here."

"I'm coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I think I should have come."

"You should have a fart, I told you I was at 1:40, but you see it's already 2:30, and you're nearly an hour late."

The small and delicate nose of the long-haired woman in a black suit with small white shoes was not only blown red by the wind, but also by the manly anger in front of her

"After Rebirth, My Friend's Mother Became My Maid" Chapter 278: Confucius is right is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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