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Ma Dong shook his body and rubbed his nose, pondering deeply. "Secretary Zhuang, I already said that you might be angry."

"Oh my, why are youngsters so long-winded, they don't have any courage!" The solemn letter frowned. "Speak!"

"Feng Wen Yong said you're a wimp!" Seeing that the time was right, Ma Dong blurted out.

"What!" The solemn letter suddenly slapped the table