C195 Zhao Chun

When Chen Xiaosi was looking for the route to fix the broadcast horn.

The little old van from the village came.

The van was ten dollars apiece, and it was not cheap. It was a minivan from the county town to the villages.

There were seven or eight people sitting inside the van. During this time, a girl in a flowery shirt with polyester undergarments spoke softly.

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