Li Yuanjing smiled.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the top of Wang Yintong's head.

"Don't make a fuss, your hair is oily."

After a pause, Li Yuanjing remembered another thing, and he asked rhetorically: "Why did the man who arrested you just now point at me and say that he is a fool?" ”

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