
About This Novel
At this moment, around eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sun has already gone to work early. Bai Xiaotian is squatting by the flower bed outside the talent recruitment market, with mineral water in his left hand and small bread in his right hand, expressionlessly saying hello to the breeze, looking back from time to time to look back at the talent market that has not yet opened.
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