The real young master was admitted home, and I was embarrassed as a fake young master. So he packed up his things overnight and returned to the small eighteenth-tier county where he was supposed to be born.
Transferred to a school where yellow hair is rampant and spirited girls run around everywhere.
I looked at my coat, which had been damaged by milk tea.
Sighing slightly, he took out his purchase record and held out his payment code.
"Forty-eight thousand, please pay."
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