The scorpion man glanced at the sleeping White Bear, and he was filled with admiration. He asked in a low voice: "Sir, you must be single!"

Wang Zhao ignored the scorpion man and just buried his head in rubbing his hands together.

But when Wang Zhao didn't say anything, the Scorpion Man just took it as acquiescence and gave a thumbs up: "No wonder your craftsmanship is so superb. It's really embarrassing to say that I have been practicing my crafts for thirty years in vain, but I am far inferior to your craftsmanship."

Decay becomes magic, admire, admire!”

Wang Zhao didn't speak, but the voice in his mind shouted: "Bah, this guy is a poor bitch at first glance. He has been single for thirty years. If he has been to the shampoo room once, maybe his skills are better than

You are strong!"

After saying that, I didn’t forget to remind Wang Zhao.

"Remember to be more considerate in your service next time. If possible, prepare some lubricating oil and soak it in hot water to warm it. It will not irritate you when you use it. You understand! You have to improve your service quality so that you can always stay competitive!

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If the bear is run away by someone else, and you lose your amulet, you will die without knowing how."

The voice in his mind kept reminding him over and over again, as if he was a highly professional mother who had strict demands on her girls.

Wang Zhao gritted his teeth and lowered his head to see clearly the expression on his face, but you could see the bulging veins on his forehead and his temples.

At this time, the scorpion man turned around and walked back to the room, intending to find some more charcoal ash for Wang Zhao to see if he could wash away the odor on his hands.

Not long after the scorpion man left, Wang Zhao raised his head, tears of grievance rolling down the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!