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Chapter 895

Chapter 895

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The voice of a devil is usually filled with temptation. At this moment, Lu Mingze's voice echoed through the empty room, thick with enticement. Lu Mingfei turned his head. A figure was seated beside the square table, the candlelight illuminating that familiar form and casting its shadow against the wall behind, swaying back and forth like a real demon. "You little punk, it really is you!" Lu Mingfei sprang up from the bed and strode toward the figure. "The moment you bloody well come back, you pull this kind of dirty trick! I sold you four-fifths—a whole half of my life! I practically finished half your performance quota in one go, and this is how you repay me?"

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