A Spicy Wife from th
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author: <p>Green Harve
Du Ru stood at the front gate of Beijing's First Cotton Textile Factory. An old man sat at the entrance, staring intently at the stranger as if he were a thief.,But those things can't be used now, and they won't be able to be used.,In her past life, she had a good memory. She remembered everything Old Zhou said. Du Ru politely waved her hand at Old Zhou:。