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... five months!!!]

...

The live stream room was filled with teasing and sarcasm toward Ye Chen.

Sitting next to Ye Chen, Old Man Liao giggled as he showed off a small crucian he had caught and joined in the mockery.

"What? What? You said you were about to catch a fish?"

"If you can actually catch a fish, then I might as well be able to fish this river dry, believe it?"

If it were any other time, Ye Chen would not continue the conversation with Old Ma ...

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