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"Fox, Song Xiaoyu, you really give yourself face. Fox, are you really that far behind?" Fu Weichen said without any trace of politeness.

Song Xiaoyu jumped down from his back and hooked her arm around his shoulder, "Esteemed customer, am I beautiful today?"

Fu Weichen, "..." He really didn't want to say anything more. "Let's just watch and see. We'll eat."

Hearing his forced reply