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Su Qiankun looked at Yan Zongyue, who was lying on the bed, with a very dark expression. After a long time, he finally let out a sigh. "Your son's poison, this old man is unable to do anything for a short period of time."

"Why?" Yan Zheng was about to fall out again, he raised his hand to grab Su Qian's collar, but endured it. He clenched his fist in the air, and stared straight at Su Qian