“Empathy Clinic?” Carl thought it sounded familiar.


    The young gangster reminded him, “That’s the ce where we had a massage.”


    Wynter raised an eyebrow. “What a coincidence. You’re one of our old customers.”


    Carl was dumbfounded. “But the masseur is just an olddy, isn’t it?”


    Wynter was unfazed. “You’re right. That’s my grandma. It was just a foot massage. ce then. From


    tomorrow onward, it will operate as a traditional medicine clinic. You came to threaten us without even


    doing a background check on the customers. That’s interesting.”


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    Carl blushed a little. “We’re just trying to earn a living. But don’t worry, miss. We won’t ever do this


    again.”


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