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Different from the calmness in Fenghua Pavilion.

In the other room, curses and curses continued.

As Ji Yanran listened to his complaints, his eyes were frighteningly sinister. The maids in the room didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and stood in the corner with their heads lowered, trembling.

The twelve year old Ji Shaoyu was already taller than fourteen year old Ji Yanran