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Chapter 42: I Just Like It After the rain cleared, Chen Moqing walked through the corridor as usual, a mewling, mumbling little snow-white beast perched atop his head, when he heard voices talking up ahead in the corridor. "Auntie Lan, that person shouldn't be trusted so easily. If he really were an old friend of Sister Shuang's, how could he not produce a single token of hers as proof…" "I think his background is unclear, there must be something suspicious going on…" Chen Moqing walked past calmly. The man in silk robes, who had been holding Auntie Lan back to talk, was caught off guard at the sight of him and froze on the spot. Cang Shun cast an indifferent glance over. That mortal stood rooted for a few seconds, something shifting slightly in his eyes, and then, of all things, stepped forward to block their path. "My name is Yue Jianjiang, nephew to the master of this estate," the man in silk robes said, all smiles, speaking with great politenes...
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