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... to the instructions of the young master, they should not be too difficult to break off, and the officers should not break the pace of speed.

Ye Tan is more serious than usual, and Jun Xuanheng dare not breathe.

After sitting for half a cup of tea, Jun Xuanheng couldn't help asking: "Atan, what are you waiting for?"

Ye Tan said: "The timing."

Junxuan Heng: "When is it?"

Ye Tan: "The timing of the house."

Jun Xuanheng: "How to calculate the time?"

...

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