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My heart was pounding too.

Although Bai Shangqin was very indulgent towards Zia, he probably wouldn't be able to tolerate anything.

But he didn't seem to have any intention of talking. He just looked at me blandly.

It was a look of calm authority, as if it was restraining my next move — and by the time I realized it, I had already lowered my head.

I don't even know what's going on