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Mo Huaifeng instead first reminded Ji Zhiyao. "Put on your pants properly first."

"Okay." Ji Zhiyao hurriedly pulled up his pants and awaited the reactions of the others.

K read the fastest, with a long face, he slapped the table and burst out, "I've lived for so many years, this is my first time seeing such a shameless person. Why, he thought we would give a thought to "the past relations" and allow rumors to be made up blindly?"

Mo Huaifeng frowned, "I'll go give the club a call first. Nuo, you get Yuan Wei."

"Okay."

Everyone was solemn. K and Heng had already logged onto their Weibo alternate accounts to tell people off. Ji Zhiyao thought for a moment and found a video of Mix's losing game at the previous international league online. He dragged the progress bar till the very end and started watching from there.