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Situ Ji was also tired, so he just threw away his walking stick and sat on the sofa. He leaned against the sofa and panted, but he still refused to let go of Xi Zhicheng.

Xi Zhicheng knelt in front of Situ Ji, looking like a penitent.

With Yan Luoluo, the atmosphere in the living room wasn't as tense as it was now. Situ Ji also gradually calmed down.

He took a swig of tea to calm the fire