On the platform of Jumang Daoist Temple, the eldest son showed a worried expression, and asked Xuewei, who was by his side.

"No, I just want to make a good relationship."

Wenren Xuewei said something that made the eldest son feel puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. Since he couldn't arrive for other reasons, then he didn't care about their organizers.

"President, the time is almost up."

Chen Mobai heard Zhuang Jialan's words in his ear, and took out

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