C1545 Stallholder Journal 27

What couldn't he read about his man's diary?

Besides, it wasn't like he had to look at it. He had walked away fine. The diary had bumped into him and he had fallen down on his own.

Xu Qiuxiang made a little scene for a while, then took out his cell phone, turned on the warm yellow light of the night model and began to surreptitiously flip through the diary.

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