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... went to the hotel and took a long time to find Shu Jianyang. After finding this way, he calmed down gradually.

"What about Shu Yan?"

"Something?" Shu Jianyang raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with the photos?" Actually, those things Shu Yan wanted to do were not so simple without Shu Jianyang's help.

A stack of photos was thrown in front of Ye Zhiqiang, "It's just to kill a chicken and show it to you. You can kill the monkeys next time."

Ye Zhiqiang was relieve ...

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