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Inside Si Shaoqi's room, Si Jianliang was patting Si Shaoqi's arm to wake him up.

"Shaoqi, Shaoqi?"

Si Jianliang frowned and called for a few more times, but it was useless. Si Shaoqi was still hammering on the bed as if he was having a nightmare. His handsome face was pale and he muttered, "Old Bald Mule