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... nto the Trap
Liu Yuanhu sat upright in his chair, fiddling with a teacup in his hands. His expression was indifferent, his gaze fixed on the cup, completely ignoring Zhang Guangqun.
A powerful and commanding aura emanated from him, filling the room with a suffocating tension.
Zhang Guangqun’s thoughts raced, cold sweat quietly dripping down from his temples.
He quickly bowed and cupped his hands. "My lord, I’ve been by your side since I was eighteen. It’s been twe ...
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