The two of them drove back to the recycling station.

Tao Miaomiao was weighing there, while the other three were putting things on the car.

After the two came back, they joined the ranks of cleaning up.

When he was busy with his work, Zhou Xiaochuan thought about the militia competition before he participated in the Canton Fair, so he asked casually.

Tao Miaomiao laughed while beating the abacus beads: "Oh, it's over."

"How is it? Is there anyone?

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