As soon as Zhang Fan walked into his courtyard, he saw Meimei, the blind monk, Nanfeng Old Taoist and the lazy ghost sitting in the pavilion chatting.

"Hmm? I went to the wrong place?"

Zhang Fan walked through the stone arch in the courtyard and saw the four people subconsciously retreated again.

After confirming that he was not wrong, he looked at the four people in confusion and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm looking for the boss."

Meimei got up and walked towards Zhang Fan.

When he came to Zhang Fan, Meimei looked up and down.

Then he said with great distress: "Boss, why have you lost weight if you haven't returned home for two or three days?"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

shit.

Every day, there is a flowing seat.

He had to watch the night again and enlighten Song Fanshuang.

Zhang Fan is not only tired, but also tired.

It would be strange if he was fucking not thin.

certainly.

Zhang Fan did not answer the question of Meimei, but squinted his eyes and looked at the four of them.

"Okay! We want to ask, what did you change your ID to in the small world account I gave you before?"

Meimei certainly knew what Zhang Fan’s expression meant, so she didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly.

The IDs of members of the small world are not repetitive for everyone.

An ID can only represent one person.

If you want to make a change, you have to spend 10 million yuan and review it for three days before the change will be successful.

Think about it.

The ID of the blind monk in the small world is not called this name.
Chapter completed!