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133. Chapter 133 Your Wife Was Beaten 5

A man wailed loudly and loudly: "My hands, ah, ah, ah, my hands, they hurt me so much..."

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At 11 o'clock in the evening, Yang Mufan grabbed the bottle of wine and walked unsteadily to the rental house. However, before he arrived, a kind-hearted neighbor who came from behind to inform him anxiously shouted: "Hey, Yang Mufan, why are you still here?"

Drink?! Your wife was beaten and passed out in the alley covered in blood..."

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Dear friends who like it, be sure to collect it. Only then will Feifei have the motivation to continue writing. Recently, my motivation has hit rock bottom. I feel so lost. Please comfort me...%>_<%. See you tomorrow! A man's earth-shaking and shrill wail.

: "My hand, ah ah ah, my hand, it hurts me so much..."

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At 11 o'clock in the evening, Yang Mufan grabbed the bottle of wine and walked unsteadily to the rental house. However, before he arrived, a kind-hearted neighbor who came from behind to inform him anxiously shouted: "Hey, Yang Mufan, why are you still here?"

Drink?! Your wife was beaten and passed out in the alley covered in blood..."

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Dear friends who like it, be sure to collect it, so Feifei has the motivation to continue writing. Recently, my motivation has hit rock bottom. I feel so lost. Please comfort me... %>_<%, see you tomorrow!


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