After a while, Xiaomi estimated that Yang Zhiming had gone away, so he pulled Xiao Nene up, then put down the suit and skirt, turned around, snorted disdainfully at the door, and said: "It's really a useless thing, Lao Tzu is like that, and so is his son."

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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