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Chen Xiaolong watched with inward glee, thinking, "Old man Zhuang truly lives up to his reputation. What a foul temper he has, showing no respect for anyone."
Poor Mr. Zhao didn't dare say much, only managing a silly, embarrassed chuckle as he thick-skinnedly made his way inside.
"I just heard there were guests over here, so I came to have a look. Wow, these two are unfamiliar faces, aren't they? They can't be from Xiaogou Village, right?"
Mr. Zhao chuckled, making himself at home as he walked in, his cold gaze sweeping over Chen Xiaolong and the other person.
Chen Xiaolong, however, didn't even glance at the man, sitting on the sofa and sipping tea as if he were alone.
In Chen Xiaolong's eyes, this Mr. Zhao was nothing more than a jumping clown.
He must have gotten wind of something and deliberately came here to stir up trouble.
