Gao Shen and Zidane left.


    After eating the barbecue happily, the two patted their butts and left with satisfaction.


    Man, this is all virtue.


    Florentino sat in the seat with his head raised, the back of his head rested on the soft back of the seat, his eyes were closed, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and his two thumbs kept going back and forth. fiddling.


    He was thinking about something.


    "Did he care?


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