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Xie Ming walked behind Baili Zonglv in silence, standing guard like a wooden stake. He only cared about what his highness ordered, but even the taciturn him could tell that his master was in a bad mood.

He was a bit worried about He Fang grinding the ink that he had grinded for a while, as if he was trying to think about what Baili Zonglv had just said.

? Give them some trouble