C157 Reconstruct

Jin Beichuan raised his eyebrows. "Busy!"

What did the little devil want to do again? Up until now, he had not recovered from the injustice and did not want to see him.

Dabao knew that Jin Beichuan was still angry, so his little mouth twitched, and his face revealed a pitiful look. "Little father, let me in. I only delay you. . . Three seconds!"

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