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Meanwhile, Zhao Zhuo's agent, Tony, and Zhao Zhuo were still playing the game of staring at each other.

"…"

"…"

"Are you listening to me?" Tony was the first to open his mouth and question Zhao Zhuo.

"Ah!" Zhao Zhuo seemed to wake up from a dream and answered slowly, "Yes."

Tony couldn't help but hold his forehead. It wasn't an adjective