A night of warmth bought with money, but I just want to talk about my ex.
The impoverished psychiatrist Zhang Xian made some calculations in her mind. She paid 3 yuan an hour for calling my account during the day. Now that she works overtime at night, she has to serve as a pillow, warm a bed, and wipe tears. This should cost 300 yuan an hour. Having settled his psychological price, Zhang Xian showed a gentle professional smile and said, "Xiao Pang, no, Xiao Xin, you can talk about whatever you want, not to mention your ex, you can talk about eighteen generations of your family's ancestors."
Luo Xiaoxin opened his WeChat transfer and blinked innocently, but he was snickering in his heart, "Another one took the bait."
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