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When He Fang thought about the city lord's museum displaying his own history of being a middle school student, his face couldn't help but start to turn red.

"At least now these seem perfect to me, but only you as the creator knows the real situation, so I hope to get your modification and verification." Shi Sangtian and Shi Canghai had exactly the same faces full of seriousness, and He Fang's shyness and embarrassment seemed unreasonable in the face of such seriousness.

He Fang coughed and cleared his throat: "Okay, that's it."

"No need to modify it?" Shi Sangtian asked doubtfully.

He Fang's expression was very subtle: "After all, it is a myth. We can't know too much about God's affairs."

Shi Sangtian stared at He Fang, and He Fang looked back at Shi Sangtian. Suddenly, Shi Sangtian said, "I understand how to modify it. Indeed, being too realistic will affect the mystery of God. Thank you for your advice, Lord City Lord."

He Fang: “…”

"After all the content is finished, we need to communicate with the City of Angels for filming and teach it to everyone in the simplest way. I hope the city lord can give me approval. Of course, a certain amount of funds will be needed." Shi Sangtian did not notice He Fang's silence at all, or she understood that gods would also be shy about their privacy.

"I understand. Go directly to the Finance Department of the main city to find Lu Hu. She will make the arrangements."

He Fang watched Shi Sangtian bow to him and then say goodbye. The other person's graceful figure gradually disappeared from his sight, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead quietly.