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"Alright, alright, let's drop it," Huang Jijian waved his hands repeatedly, his face looking as if he'd eaten a square-winged fly alive, with slime and jointed legs tumbling in his mouth.
What's with this Huang guy? To think he'd get impatient after just a couple of compliments. Wasn't he said to enjoy flattery?
Zhao Lei looked puzzled, vaguely feeling that the atmosphere was a bit eerie, as most people were casting covert glances at the young man sitting on the iron block.
Huh... why does he look so familiar?
After taking a good look, Zhao Lei's expression suddenly became animated. He took a few quick steps toward Li Ming, while Ding Hui unobtrusively moved forward a step.
"You're Li Ming?!" His face flushed, he looked around, threw the sawtooth knife aside, and fumbled hurriedly on his body, pulling out a somewhat outdated smart terminal and cautiously asked,
"Would it, uh, be possible to take a photo together? My son idolizes you."
