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"Miss Xue, isn't your neck sore?" Young Master Chen Xiang didn't turn his head, but he still didn't stop his hand movements with a smile on his face.

"Acid..." "How sour." Slightly embarrassed, Tang Xuenan rubbed her neck, walked around to the front, and sat down cross-legged.

Only then did he manage to see the design on the notebook. It wasn't the cauldron, but the smelting furnace