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When Ling Chu woke up, clutching his aching neck, the culprit had already left. "Holy shit, how could I possibly believe that bastard! What a fool!" Ling Chu remembered what happened before he fainted. He gritted his teeth.

Hearing the noises coming from within the room, the attendants of the 'Holy Son's Consort' who had been waiting at the door exchanged glances with the maidservants. "Mr. Chu