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... stove.
Sun Hao smiled and didn't say anything, but pointed to the old tailor's trouser pocket with his finger.
At this time, the old tailor smiled.
He took out a voice recorder from his trouser pocket, and threw it into the stove, instantly smelling of burnt plastic.
But Sun Hao still didn't speak, and pointed to his shirt again.
"Ha ha…"
Now, the old tailor laughed even louder. While shaking his head, he took out a recording pen with the same shape from ...
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