At this time, Qin Zhong's performance was still very humble, as if he was afraid that he would have no use value and would be abandoned by us.

This made my brow furrow even tighter, and I asked, "You don't know what it means?" Didn't you live in this house all the time?

You don't know those little holes, you always know those paintings, right? ”

Qin Zhong suddenly covered his head in pain,......

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