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Chapter 811 Eighteen Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighty
She picked up the bag that she just put down and pulled him to go.
She stopped by his slow movement and saw he looked at his hand that was pulled by her before she let go in a panic.
"Sorry, I was anxious."
"What would you like? Is there anything that you like in particular?"
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