C3894 A Good Knife

After saying that, Xia Luoxi picked up the bag he had placed on the sofa and quickly left.

Watching her leave, Jiang Fengming once picked up the teacup on the table. He took a sip of the tea and revealed an even prouder smile. He muttered to himself, "I actually forgot about her. This is a good knife."

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