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Hee Shen originally thought of this, but he was not sure. After all, Xia Bozhong only had a son like this. Normally, he doted on him a lot.

"Third Young Master, then what should we do next?"

"Wait."

With the force of Lu Yiyao's palm, the veins on the back of his palm bulged, and the small porcelain cup was about to be crushed.

"Alright."

Hee Shen nodded slightly and replied calmly