"He's still the current boss! Romano Artioli?

There is a bit of friendship... Then I will seriously consider it."

After hanging up the phone, the Waynes gathered around from left to right.

"Son, what do you have to consider?"

"I'm thinking about treating the Italians to pineapple pizza."

Eric and Yin Fulin looked at each other.

It is light to lift the table, but it is certain to be beaten.

Vincent squatted down holding his head in pain,

"Ah - Merlin! I really don't want to be a male model!

Even if it’s a part-time job!”

Sam on the third floor also poked his head out of the stairwell.

As soon as I came back, I was crying like a ghost.

Deserve it!

Merlin, please let things like this happen more often.

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Chapter completed!