Out of the Confucian mansion, Lin Zhuoyun was relieved.

"You're a real kid. I've never been as nervous as I am today as I've been rolling and scrambling all these years!" Lin Zhuoyun also pinched his sweat.

Lao Tzu, the King of Heaven in Hunan, could not have saved the last photograph that Zhao Tiezhu took out.

"Let's go with the tide, there's nothing to be nervous about!" Zhao Tiezhu laughed disapprovingly.

"Where on earth did your kid come from in confidence?" Seeing Zhao Tiezhu still so calm, as if he was born without knowing what fear is, he could not help shaking his head and sighing.

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