At the same time, the man sitting on the high chair narrowed his black eyes. When he saw Xie Shihao, who was carrying 250 pounds and was still running forward, his lips curled up.
Xie Yuhuan also stood up. She looked at the huge screen in the sky above the field and then looked at the field carefully. Her well-maintained old face was filled with disbelief. "This-this person is Xiao Hao? He's running with that fatty?"
Hearing this question, Xie Qi smiled bitterly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed what he was seeing even if he was beaten to death. Hence, he replied, "Old Madam, you didn't see wrongly. That person is really Young Master. He's the one running while carrying that fatty."
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