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... r sedan costs 1 string of 1,000 qian every 2 hours. Could you…” Gao Dashan’s wife pouted her chin towards Ding Rong’s wife who was not far away, and told Zhen Zhu in a very low voice, “She’s the eyes and ears of Second Mistress Luo, and she would tell her everything she knew.”

Under her guidance, Zhen Zhu saw a woman about 50 years old, thin and white in decent clothes.

Ding Rong’s wife looked at the gate of Shui Shang Temple with full attention. Seeing someone coming out, she as ...

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