"Miss He is really two-faced. She is a little cat in front of the boss, but a big tiger in front of us." Ling Xiao shook the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and said. "Isn't it disturbing you?" He Jin leaned on the door and knocked on the door, asking. "You owe me so much money, how are you going to pay it back?" "Of course you will pay back the money you owe." "I'm not short of money." "Then what do you want?" "You" "After Miss He's grandfather died, she lived with Mrs. He, but the strange thing is that Miss He would move every once in a while over the years, as if she was hiding from someone."
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