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Unexpectedly, Feng Qian didn't even look at her and only casually glanced at the tea leaves in Zi Yuan's hands. In his heart, he was secretly ridiculing Bai Yueru's servant for not leaving a single drop of water behind, for she was acting all out to deal with him.

Inwardly displeased, his face was gloomy. The shadow of the candle flame had been cast onto his face, but now