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The man sitting in front of the desk sighed. He felt depressed and confused.

The bamboo curtain was opened by someone, and the candle flame flickered slightly. Shen Zhu frowned, and flipped open the book, but was not in the mood to look.

"It's so late, why aren't you resting?"

A middle-aged woman came in with a cup of calming tea. She looked at him with worry and murmured