"No, no, how can I have money, Deputy General Manager Qian, I'm just an old man who bursts old men's gold coins, don't be like me, I'm still a child!"

Jia Fugui's face was shriveled with tears, and tear lines were printed on his face, pursing the corners of his mouth but not smiling.

"Oh, look at this kid, don't cry, don't cry, take a paper and wipe it for you,......

Chapter 286 of "The Superb President Traps Me" There is a conspiracy in the groove is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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