“Just your little money, we are not rare.” Zhao Lan was a little angry.
Lin Wanying had been slapped with joy, and her face was swollen. When she spoke a little harder, she felt a lot of pain on her face and grinned with grinning teeth.
“Oh, now I’m still talking about this little money. I spend money to raise you for nothing every month?” Helen smirked twice, thinking that Zhao Lan’s words were very funny.
“Helen, you don’t have a backache while sitting and talking!” On the one hand, Zhao Lan was in terrible pain, on the other hand, Helen was so angry.
“I’m sorry, I’m standing now, and I really don’t have back pain or face pain.” Helen rolled her eyes and specifically irritated Zhao Lan.
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