Miko stared at the two Sang Huihui in front of her, and was shocked. She glanced at Ah San, who was equally astonished, and saw him standing between them on guard, his face showing surprise.

"Huihui sauce!"

The two men almost responded to Miko with one voice, but even with one voice, there was a difference between first and last, only a few seconds later. Sang Huihui, sitting behind the desk, was much slower than the one standing.

Miko holds Xiao Hei tightly. She feels very strange. How can she get one more out of nowhere? She turned her inquiry to A San, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years...