March 20, Beijing, late at night, heavy rain.

A deep courtyard, the side door quietly opened.

The man looked around, lowered his waist and walked in quickly, looking a little frightened.

When I walked to the door of the study, I heard the angry rebuke inside.

"What the hell are you going to do? Waste stuff, it turned out to be served in a pot! ”

The few people who knelt on the ground did not dare to make a sound, and bowed their heads deeply.

The man knocked on the door, got it

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