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Mazi instinctively glanced at Yao Hai standing to the side.
Because of his unique abilities, everyone in the industry called him Master Hai.
Though he appeared all smiles, he was ruthlessly determined.
His skills were also bizarre, and here he was, having wandered around only to come back, insisting on seeing that little brat.
So, he had no choice but to come early in the morning on his bicycle to block the way.
That being said, he'd come several times but never encountered anyone.
He grinned at Old Man Song and then nudged Yao Hai with his elbow.
Yao Hai's eyes followed Asheng into the house.
He needed to see the child's eyes, otherwise he couldn't be sure.
He smiled at the elder and took out a business card, handing it to him, "Old Sir, this is my name, my surname is Yao. Call me Yao Hai, I'm the director of the Beidu East City Cultural Exchange Center, currently in charge of cultural relics."
