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... me people won’t straighten up until their memorial portrait is hung up.
After the shift change, it was almost five o’clock.
Wen Changling had just walked out of the oncology building when someone blocked his way.
“Wen Changling.”
Wen Changling detoured around them.
Zeng Zhili threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and chased after him.
“Is the money ready?”
Wen Changling walked quickly, “I don’t have any money.”
Zeng Zhili ...
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