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... hen I returned to my hometown for recuperation, I might never meet again sooner or later. This fate has been wasted for two years.

Li Guoguo didn't stay at Nie's house for too long. He returned to Taoyuan before dinner. Gao Zhengping and Han Jie took care of the land under her name in an orderly manner. If there are too many people, it will show their feet. Li Guoguo has already exchanged a lot of intelligent robots from the system mall to work.

When night fell, the tourists who ha ...

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