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Scared that Qin Yu was going to grab a bottle to smash him again, Li Lu’s husband stumbled and fell at the doorway of the private room, face down like a dog eating dirt.

"Giggle...."

The comical appearance of Li Lu’s husband made the girls in the private room unable to hold back a chuckle behind their hands.

"Trash!"

Guo Jianglong disdainfully spat out two words. He was a man who had lived by the knife’s edge, admiring those with spirit and ability, not ...

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