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"I … I don't know." The storyteller lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"The story you told me was very nice. Who wrote it?" Chen also put down his teacup, stood up and walked up to the storyteller, looking at him condescendingly.

"The story was given to you by a girl. What do you want? "I … I …" The storyteller stammered for a long time, not knowing what to say