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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Two
"So when I call you Su Su, I should be calling you auntie?" Long Xiaoshan said.
"Don't mention Bai Susu to me; I'm not like her," Song Yi said coldly.
Hearing Song Yi's tone, Long Xiaoshan thought to himself that there must be some melodramatic story between these two women.
Otherwise, why would they live next door to each other and have little to do with each other?
Long Xiaoshan said, "I'll take that as a yes, then."
"It's just a broken furnace. If you want it, take it and go," Song Yi huffed.
Long Xiaoshan happily lifted the furnace and carried it outside.
Song Yi was also startled, the furnace was cumbersome, being made of bronze and weighing at least a couple hundred pounds, yet Long Xiaoshan carried it out single-handedly.
He looked thin, but unexpectedly strong.
