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Ling Ao Jing frowned slightly, he had a bad premonition, but even so, he still listened to Mr. Shangguan, "Speak."

"This old man is incapable of fixing your pocket watch."

"…" Ling Ao Jing stayed silent for a while, but remained calm: "En, I understand, thank you."

The pocket watch was really broken.

Ling Ao Jing lowered his hand, but the last bit of hope was gone.

However