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"What are you trying to explain?" he asked coldly, and turned back into the house.

It was the afternoon, and Ziqing was taking a nap. To prevent the fire from erupting, I could only hold onto the guest room and talk to him.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. As I dragged him along, I said, "Fei Mo, it's not what you think."

"What do I think?" Ji FeiMo asked in a low voice