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"Is there something wrong with that?"

Zheng Feiyue saw the errand boy looking at him as if he was trying to eat him up, and said innocently, "My psychological price is 200 years. For Lady Yan's sake, I will cut half of it. I am very sincere."

The errand boy chuckled.

Do you think two hundred years is two hundred years?

My psychological price is still two years. For the sake of you