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    Simply by listening to that address, Fu Jiu knew that the other party was not calling himself.

    After all, that old man hated to let the whole world know that she, the loser, no longer had anything to do with him.

    Since it wasn’t her who was called, it was the other Fu Shao?

    Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked towards his side.

    A teenager about her age, dressed in a white suit, was good looking, just not very tall after his mother.

    It didn’t seem to be very talkative, but there was a small impatience between his eyebrows, and he seemed to be one of those pampered young masters.

    This young master is no other than Fu Ximing, Fu Zhongyi’s most precious bastard son.

    Accompanying him to buy accessories are two people, that one of them Fu Jiu also recognize.

    No, it can’t be considered an acquaintance.

    I should have said I’ve met in person.

    At that time, she was still ignorant, wearing a flowing dress and He Saffron quarrel, is this guy in the side to smile not to laugh to watch to come.

    Fu Jiu still remembers to this day the way he looked at himself, with contemptuous disdain.

    It was probably because she always saw that kind of gaze that she got into a fight with He Saffron over such a small matter.

    The company’s agent in the beginning – Dozer.

    The scumbag who caused her mother to flounder!

    Fu Jiu’s white teeth holding the lollipop bit, and the corner of his mouth slowly, slowly raised a smile.

    Is that all of them?

    She did have to memorize those two faces, or what if they were off when she hit.

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