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Chapter 1757: Unworthy of His Identity

    

her appear like a beautiful woman stepping out of a painting, even Xu Yuandda, who was over fifty, still felt a little overwhelmed."Muttering to himself like that, Xu Yuanda smiled and raised his hand...ying to call for help.The sound here, it's not unheard outside.But who dares to enterThe doctor, who had just been handed a prescription, trembled and lay flat on the ground, wishing he could bury his...