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Chapter 67

Chapter 67

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Whether Liu Chuanfeng's stomach felt warm or not, Zhang Yunhai knew that his own little cotton-padded jacket was no longer warm. It was leaking from all sides, and quite severely at that. He had just had a drink too, for goodness' sake, yet nobody cared whether his stomach felt uncomfortable. Were young people's stomachs really worse than elderly people's? "Xiao Liu has been smart since he was a child, and he entered the Shanghai Theatre Academy as a directing major with top scores. Who knows, he might really become a big-shot director someday."

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