The cold words were like a bucket of cold water in winter, ruthlessly extinguishing Aunt Yao's last hope.

Aunt Yao's rebuttal instantly stuck in her throat.

The hand holding the crimson fabric gradually loosened, and the usually kind disc face was now hideously and distorted by the dirt.

She looked at Ah Jun unwillingly, her chapped lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something more.

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Chapter 079 of "Horse Duojiao", is this praising me? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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