"Butler Zhu, take these two distinguished guests to the VIP area."
Butler Zhu came in, and the two men followed him eagerly, not wanting to stay even a second longer.
It's really strange how desolate Shen is.
Hou Taotao was now in a panic. How could the captain follow that kid?
The twelfth floor houses various antique exhibitions, and the eleventh floor displays famous paintings, but there isn't a single modern or contemporary piece.
Zhao Xiaoyue lay on the glass cover, her eyes sparkling.
The narrator is a beautiful woman who provides one-on-one introductions.
Following the beautiful narrator's hand, Zhao Xiaoyue listened contentedly as the narrator introduced various antique paintings.
His eyes shone brightly; all that remained in Situ Ming's eyes was blue.
A long line of people followed not too far behind.
Yu Muqi frequents entertainment venues; it's obvious he's up to something.
"That kid's up to no good!"
Old Eight curled his lip: "Do you even need to tell me? It's as clear as a bald man's lice, isn't it?"
Several people dressed in Western clothes were looking at paintings and antiques.
Tenth Brother: "What's so interesting about these bottles and jars? They're not as good as food!"
Sixth Brother: "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you pretending to know everything when you're at the helm?"
Foodie Lao Shi: "No, no, it's just that I don't know how to appreciate it."
Hou Taotao couldn't stand it any longer.
That brat actually tried to grab the hand of the person in charge of the helm!
Daydreaming!
Is the person at the helm still a minor?
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? What are you doing? Why are you so close to my little niece?"
Zhao Hou Tao Tao turned into a chubby peach again, squeezing his whole body between the two people, successfully separating the person who wanted to get close.
They almost held hands.
Zhao Xiaoyue, unaware of what was going on, asked happily, "Brother Tao, how many brothers are there?"
Ugh, what a nickname!
Situ Ming instantly concealed the emotions in his eyes. "Brother Tao, hello to all the brothers."
No amount of politeness will help.
Every pig that tries to steal cabbages is a bad pig, regardless of whether it has gold trim or not.
In the eyes of these people, Situ Ming is now nothing more than a pig with gold trim.
It would be strange not to be on guard.
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