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After being silent for a while, Zhang Qian felt that Ji Jingbai's sight on him was like needles, causing him to be unable to sit still.

He felt a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his legs under the table were trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qian finally mustered up enough courage, he braced himself and raised his head, facing Ji Jingbai