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Lee Yiheng was stunned for a long while before regaining his senses. He looked at Zhao Yuannan who was at the door in disbelief, and did not know what Zhao Jing wanted to do.

Within the private room, there were old, young, old, old, and young. A few of the younger ones, on the other hand, looked like scholars. However, the way they looked at others was always measured