Bo Chuanhuo quickly disappeared out the door.
It was not until a long time later that the beauty light and fill-in mirror lit up at the end of the distant corridor. Bo Chuanhuo ruffled his hair again, used the portable moisturizing spray to make a sweat effect, tugged at his collar, and then calmly became a brave man again:
"Are you still awake, darlings? You're still waiting in the live studio so late, did you miss me, huh?..."
In the training room, Riley Wu's eyes sparkled as he took the simulated gun from the boss in a servile manner and put it back in place in the corner together with his own gun like a pile of carrots.
The radish leaves are neatly arranged.
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