"Brother Zheng, this is not like you," Li Yunxi said with a smile, "How much does a pound of facial skin cost? Anyway, it's impossible to see and touch things. Why do you care so much? The competition is about to begin. You really don't plan to go," "No," Zheng Wuming shook his head, but his eyes never left the ceiling, and said softly. "If you don't go, don't go, just a name," Li Yunxi nodded. As he was talking, a knock on the door came from the door. After Li Yunxi called in for inviting him, a bodyguard in a black suit walked in, whispered a few words in Li Yunxi's ear, and then turned around and left after Li Yunxi nodded. "Brother Zheng," Li Yunxi turned his head and looked at Zheng Wuming with a smile, "Mijing is here,"