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Chapter 829 - The whereabouts of the Anan
Under the weak light of the candle, Lu Yishuang was like a bandit descending the mountain. She was holding a filthy steamed bun in her hand and was trying her best to stuff it into her mouth.
She finished one in a few minutes. Seeing that there was still another one in the bowl, she asked Li Qingcang in confusion