“You… is the paparazzi on TV?” The man asked the reporters with a strange look and looked up and down.
“No, no, we are not.” The reporters waved their hands and pointed to the sign on the microphone. “We are reporters for Haicheng TV.”
“It’s almost the same.” The man waved his hand and stopped. God mysteriously gathered in front of the reporter and said, “You come to want to understand Qinghuan? Is it all right?”
Seeing the reporters nodded fiercely, he pointed his finger at the small shop: “There are Qinghua’s favorite three-headed cats, do you want to pat?”
Reporters: “…”
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