1905, Office of the President.

Theodore Roosevelt frowned as he looked at the chat group in his head, and the mustaches on both sides of his lips twitched.

What is it?

Hallucination? Or is it anyone's prank?

Or is my asthma more severe, or is it a heavy presidential thing that makes me neglect exercise...... The body is too tired and the eyes are dizzy.

Why don't you get a punch after work?

Face this chat

Chapter 170 of "I, Zhu Houzhao, Join the US Imperialist Chat Group", Roosevelt, and Grant were shocked! Grant, I'm in Huaxia! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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