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In one of the most luxurious carriages in Dragon City, Xiao Yao, who had a forehead carved with shallow lightning, cupped his hands towards Fatty Hong, whose eyes were smiling like they were about to be crushed to death: "Boss Hong, your parking lot shouldn't be here to find me for an autograph, right?"

Of course, Fatty Hong could tell that Xiao Yao was joking as he adjusted the atmosphere