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The Young Master Is My Top Fan!

[Sweet, No Abuse, Strong Female Lead, Favored By All!] When Ruan Qi became famous. Haters: No matter how pretty, she's undereducated. That very afternoon, the most prestigious institution of higher learning in China posted on social media—Let me introduce our youngest doctoral supervisor, Professor Ruan Qi. Haters: What's the use of hyping up a scholar persona? In the end, she'll still have to bow down to her financial backers. The next day, Ruan Qi appeared at an international economic conference, with her name tag reading—Chairman of Qimu Pharmaceutical Group. Haters: Making so much money, not knowing to contribute to the country. Three days later, an official news release—A new model of nuclear submarine is launched, thanks to Chief Designer Ruan Qi and all the research and development members! Haters: ... Can't afford to provoke, goodbye. * After getting married, a reporter asked Xi Jiu: Ninth Master, how did you manage to pursue the Goddess Ruan? Xi Jiu quietly flipped open a diary. Diary of Chasing My Wife: 1. Vote for my baby in rankings. 2. Cast votes for my baby. 3. Support my baby. 4. Buy out all the tickets for my baby’s movies. 5. Join my baby's fan club. …As everyone knows, the Goddess Ruan has a universe-level wealthy hardcore fan—Ninth Master Xi, Xi Jiu!

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Chapter 158 Trouble Brewing_1

The security guard gave a look to the two Huskies nearly reaching his waist, his expression indescribable.

"Sir, the Imperial Grand Hotel allows pets, but your two dogs..."

are too fat.

Are you sure you're here to find someone, not to sell dog meat?!

The young man thought the guard wasn't letting him in, so he quickly explained, "Uncle, I'm just going in to wait for someone; I definitely won't run around. Plus, these two dogs are professionally trained, they absolutely won't cause any trouble for the hotel!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange "shushing" sound came.

The young man's expression stiffened, and he slowly looked down.

Da Hui was lifting his hind leg, urinating a torrent onto his newly bought sneakers.

The young man: "..." His face felt a bit sore.

The security guard looked at the pool of urine by the young man's foot, his mouth twitching.

"What floor are you going to?" he asked.