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The cuckoo glared at him, breathing rapidly, almost losing his temper.

"You … "Shijing, you're planning to anger me to death!"

The cuckoo was so angry that its forehead seemed to be on fire as it mewled.

Shen Nuanyao, who was standing on the side, was annoyed by the sound of her voice. She frowned and looked at Lu Shijing reproachfully, "Director Lu, Aunt has been very ill these few days