Rong Ti had never encountered such an outrageous thing. He entered the space in a daze, thinking that he could live a civilian life. However, the money was blocked and he ended up living on the street penniless overnight. I had no choice but to hug someone's lap.
"Come on, Ah Qian, this is the soup I made with my own hands." Yi Qian took a slow sip, only to hear him add with a smile: "Five pieces of peach blossom amber in a bowl." Yi Qian gave him a cool look.
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