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When they arrived at the shop, Zhang Shuo's two lackeys went up and knocked heavily on the door. The loud sound made Wen Zhixia feel that it was ear-piercing.

Finally, after a few slaps, the person opened the door with an impatient expression.

"The back door won't open, please go through the front door!"

A middle-aged woman wearing a yellowing white apron coldly spoke with a very bad tone