"Ah, Master."

"..."

...Another five thousand words are missing...

Mr. Fang seems to be right. For people like Dong Xuanxuan, not to mention five, one is enough.

I am a person who is good at food and loves to play.

Sometimes random punches can kill the old master.

In the sage's time, after answering a few more calls, Wei Zhijie continued to improve the factory area.

He even produced a detailed quotation list.

That evening, Wei Zhijie took Dong Xuanxuan out for a seafood dinner.

I’ll sleep here at Dong Xuanxuan’s place at night.

He had forgotten that he exercised several times this Sunday.

It seems like five, six, seven or eight times?
Chapter completed!