Chapter 3
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Soon, a black helmet was handed to Ye Xuan.
Throughout the process, the receptionist didn't look at him directly again.
Ye Xuan certainly wouldn't take the initiative to discuss other matters with her.
After calmly finishing the registration, he walked away.
"Tch! Such poverty! A little brat risking his life, what's he pretending for."
The receptionist glared fiercely at Ye Xuan's retreating figure.
For an eight-year-old to forcibly capture a past life is almost no different from gambling with one's life.
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