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Ink spilled over the edge of the desk, staining Tang Zhong's fine clothes. Frustrated, he muttered, "Just my luck. Seems like whatever I say comes true."

"Sir, where are you going?" Xu Shida, out of breath, tried to keep up with Tang Zhong, but could only watch as he disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Tang Zhong hurriedly jogged to Tang Wan'er's courtyard. Before Xiaocui could greet him