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Lao Fu followed behind Fan Cunhu, his face ashen.

Fan Cunhu stood in front of me and giggled twice. I let him sit down, but he still stubbornly followed behind me.

On the table, there were two gigantic cheques worth one million yuan. Wei Yi looked at the cheques on the table, and a vicious light flashed past his eyes. He then took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his anger