"Are you going to use your mind?"

Zhuo Nan hadn't recovered from the excitement yet, a voice behind Leng Buding suddenly sounded, so frightened that he jumped on the spot before he fell into his luggage pile, and turned his head to face Shang Yan Hui with an inquiring look and his slightly raised fingers.

"Are you going to move them all with your mind?" Yan Hui pointed to the pile of things and repeated what he had just said.

"Huh?" Zhuo Nan was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, grabbed the bag on the ground and carried it on his shoulder, "I...... I'll take it right away...... Put in order. ”

"You stutter?" Yan Hui frowned at him, disgust almost overflowing from his face, "Are you a stammer?" ”

"No...... No. Zhuo Nan shook his head depressedly. <

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