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She thought about it, and deliberately sang, "You not only did all the bad things, it was hateful, but you also recently made a damaging sale, and you cannot escape blame!"

Yun Yan scolded violently, but casually, he didn't know what the two of them had done. He just wanted to threaten this guy, and he could have a bad feeling in his heart.

The man looked terrified, looked at Zhang Yunyan, and stuttered: "You ... you nonsense, I was ... it was a legitimate trade."

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