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The waiter glared at Huang Xiaolong with some dissatisfaction, as if warning him not to be a busybody.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, and there was a trace of black qi between his eyebrows.
She wasn't possessed by a ghost, but her mind was indeed bewitched by one.
At that moment, the male and female customers at the table both gave Huang Xiaolong a cold look.
The woman said sarcastically, "We've finished eating, what's there to order? Really nosy, must be something wrong with his brain."
"Hey, how can you talk like that?" Ma Chuxia immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.
Qingqing and Xiaohong, the two little demons, also showed a strange gleam in their eyes.
