C52 Thousand Order Author
After dealing with Old Wang next door, Qiu Yang's message came again.
There were seven people, three categories.
Among them, six had already replied, but the remaining one had a gray profile picture, which meant that he was not online.
"Reader Alliance? I didn't write anything. Why are you staring at me?"
"Brother, don't joke around. How can someone care about a loser like me?"
"????"
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