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... nan’s discomfort was real, and so was her pale face.
After all, the crazy Seventh Master was not someone that most people could handle.
Zong Zhengyu looked at Mu Anan and frowned.
When he saw that her eyes were bloodshot, he covered them with his hands. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
“Yeah, I suffered the whole night.” Mu Anan said innocently.
Zong Zhengyu frowned. “You were not playing games?”
Mu Anan quickly shook her head. “Seventh Master, I’m ...
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