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brushwood God of Illustions!

"Aunt Lan, if you have anything to say, please speak up!"

Looking at the blue autumn frost on his face, Bai Xiaofei instantly patted his chest. What he didn't expect was that this slap brought him the most headache.

… ….

"Did I agree too quickly, Xiao Er? I shouldn't have taken this job!"

Walking out of Lan Qiushuang's room