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"Get someone to bring him out."

Satisfied, Lee Hao put the newspaper away. Looking at Wang Xuecheng, who was crying like a child while sitting in the stall, he turned around and said to the sabre.

"Yes."

Saber nodded in conviction.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this young master was not simple. Not only did he have an instinctive sense of danger