"Zhang Ying? Guest officer, which Zhang Ying are you talking about?"

Xiao Er leaned forward and said with a friendly smile.

The person who came was a man in blue, carrying something like a long stick on his back, wrapped in a white cloth, he looked to be in his early fifties, his eyes were like knives, falling on Xiao Er's body, making Xiao Er's heart ache. a cold.

Not good stubble!

Xiao Er maintained a smile, with a very low posture.

The man in blue snorted: "Don't pretend, I know this guest

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