In the glass compartment and in front of the wide wooden table, Long Qingfeng held a pen and steadily wrote the word "Yue" on the snow-white paper. I straightened up and looked at it carefully, and I was quite satisfied. The man in the black suit respectfully appeared behind the glass door and reported softly: "Master, fold seven." Long Qingfeng frowned imperceptibly, and put the brush of the white jade pen on the pen...

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