To be honest, if Logan Xiang hadn't seen the cannon in the man's hand, he wouldn't have realized who he was. Even if he realized it, it still took him several seconds to remember the business card of this life photographer placed in the small box, and the name on it.
"Fang Yin?" Logan Xiang looked at him in surprise. "Your beard has grown so long that you can't even find your face."
"I've been too busy to shave lately," Fang Yin smiled and patted his shoulder, "Young man, I haven't seen you for a long time, you seem to have gained some weight."
"Ah," Logan Xiang touched his face, "I eat and sleep every day."
"How is it? Why are you here?" Fang Yin looked at him. "Are you not in Zhaojiayao anymore?"
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