It is estimated that because it is not very busy now, Fang Dongxing is also happy to say a few more words.

After being surprised, Zhou Xiaochuan and the two joined in packing up.

Actually, there's not much to clean up, except for a wooden table near the door and a scale next to it.

The rest of the warehouse was full, and there was only one road that could barely walk. The whole warehouse smelled of ink and mold.

No matter how neatly arranged, he is also a waste

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