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utter this phrase, it seems that he is not an obedient descendant. At least, that's what she saw. But the so-called surface

ce, and casually brought the phone

rob

an immutable truth: only believe in what is lost. Now, her ears had heard, her eyes had seen,

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side a little respect. He dropped the phone and hung up without hesitation. At

n Canh Lam is still floating in a flurry of thoughts, momentarily n

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in front of her met her eyes, causing her t

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he knew he was losing his patience. Tran Canh

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m pass her, in the opposite direction. She didn't have time

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e alarm bell. No OK! How could she open her mouth to ask such a childish question...She don'

ily speechless, unable to

t of mint with a hint of weed hit her face, fresh. In less than two seconds, he didn't hesitate to keep walking, even giving an un

. Not because he was grumpy with her, not because he despised her and refused to answer her, but because she found his tempe

erent designs are close together. This place is like a busy market place, just lacking the crowdedness of people. There are no tall, sturdy trees, nor the shadow

card on the front of the glass clearly reads in bold black: "Open. Welcome to Milky Barkery". Away from a thick wooden wall, next to the door is a large glass panel installed firmly, revealing a part o

e suddenly really wanted to try Le M

adness caused by him just now suddenly disappea

better. Canh Lam looked up. A bleak white parachute rope hung down. At the bottom of the string is a very happy smiley face. The top

seconds, the glass door in front of her opened. Seeing the delicate girl in fron

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The smell of buttermilk came from the i

retreated to the bac

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bright space appears before your eyes. White walls, wooden tables and chairs are also white, and turquoise curtains m

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he stubborn one. If it weren't for the other people here, Tran Canh Lam would surely have rebuffed Dong Huy outright. Facing the curious eyes that were

and bowed

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ite wooden chair, looked at Tr

it

s gazes of the other members remained unchanged. To stranger

of Tran Canh Lam. He pulled up a chair and sat

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oked at her

brothers who worke

r smile. She bowed sl

Trung Hoang, twen

Pham Viet Anh

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irst a bit confused and timid. Before the warm welcome of the brothers

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