"Haha, it's fine!" Bao Feiyang reached out and took out a cigarette. As soon as he stuffed it into his mouth, he remembered that Mao Xinjuan was cleaning, so he took the cigarette down and put it on the coffee table. He knocked his fingers on the armrest of the sofa twice. He decided to chat with Mao Xinjuan to pass the cleaning time in front of him, so he asked: "Comrade Xiao Mao, how many people are there in Maojiatun? How far is it from Fenglin City?"

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Chapter completed!