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Hua Ruge's face was flushed red, and Mao Jun was the same, just that he was holding in his anger, not choking.

Seeing Yan Zixing casually putting away the jade pendant, he took a deep breath, and if he wasn't able to inhale, then he would just be stuck in his windpipe.

A rare smile leaked out of the corner of Yan Zixing's mouth: "I didn't think that your gift would be so special