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When Sheng Anxia heard the cashier's words, she was so close to smoking.

At this moment, she really wanted to not understand French.

But why did she understand a single word. . .

Sheng Anxia's face was almost red to the point of dripping blood. She lowered her head and did not dare to raise her head. She could only stare at her hands, wishing that she could chop off her hands with a knife