Lin Beichen stood up, let out a standard villain's ghostly laugh, and said: "Wow, hahaha, how could I not be careful about Tian Ji's horse racing? Hahaha, Mr. Xiao, just go ahead and arrange it with confidence. The conditions will be stricter. For other things,

Leave the matter to me."

With Lin Beichen's words, Xiao Yan was completely relieved.

"In that case, I know what to do."

Marshal Xiao stood up, saluted respectfully, turned around and left the tent.

Lin Beichen suddenly sighed depressedly.

It’s said that it’s always cold at high places.

I remember that at the beginning, when he was just a famous idiot, he could still have a drink and talk with Mr. Xiao. Now that he is the Pope, an old man over a hundred years old has to treat him with respect, no matter what he says.

Fortunately, those charming girls were not like this when they saw me.

Wow ha ha ha ha.

( ?° ?? ?°)?.

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Chapter completed!