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She was confused and didn't understand the old man, but she still took two steps back and stood in front of the bookshelf.

In the end, the old man sat there and glanced at the teacup. He did not drink it, but he did not pour it out. He leisurely started to hum the tune of the Beijing opera.

The corner of Ji Shenyao's mouth twitched. "That. . . Grandfather. .