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As if he had been granted amnesty, the waiter hurriedly ran over to help her gather something. Sanmu looked at him and knew that he hadn't taken care of her for months. She looked like a beggar. But he didn't like others to talk about it.

Do I look like a beggar?" "Are you blind? Did you see that I'm a beggar?" San Mu slammed several tens of golden notes on the table, pointed at the horse