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... over the years and hiding them all under the bed.

  Diamond jade, ruby ​​sapphire, coral agate, antique calligraphy and painting, there are many.

   When the situation gets better in the future, these things will definitely be valuable!

   However, these little yellow croakers are indeed a pleasant surprise. If it weren't for Zhuzhu, he certainly wouldn't have noticed the inconspicuous scale.

   "Thanks to Zhuzhu this time, she discovered the scale."

   Jiang ...

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