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... rised when he heard that the person was Mr. Xiaoliu.

How did you get into a fight with this little ancestor?

He also heard that his daughter was looking for someone to send a letter to Miss Liu San, and County Magistrate Zhu immediately stopped him.

This silly girl, she was so smart that she was always confused for a while.

No matter how nice Miss Liu San was to her, it was just a handkerchief, and that was his real brother.

Moreover, County Magistrate Zhu knew ...

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