C322 Mud Meeting

"Mud?"

Hearing these words, Qi Laosan's aggressive look disappeared without a trace. He immediately became listless like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost.

"Hmm, last night a group of people from Mud Club came in and asked us to hand over the items. After that, they asked us what kind of jade pendant we wanted. What was it called?" Aunt Cuihua frowned.

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