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... g Sheng and Huo Chen, a pretty young lady hiding behind each of them, both as if afraid of him.

"Well, if you think about it, yes, we're pretty much like childhood friends" Wang Sheng answered as he scratched his head, clearly still awkward at the situation. After all, despite their brief meetings, these two girls test their brother's patience time and time again whenever they encounter each other.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Wu Xiaotian was also quite uncomfortable with th ...

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