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"Your Majesty …"

"Yes."

Bo Yuheng rested one hand on the desk, while his fingers supported his sharp lower jaw. There was a cold look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Yuwen Feng walked in and immediately saw the teacup rolling on the floor. He frowned slightly.

It seemed that Fu Qinglun was not only scolded, he was also beaten up