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... hen thought about something strange. “That day, when we summoned the pen spirit, it wasn’t the little brat picking the letters, but you, right?”
He had not thought about this before, but today he suddenly remembered it.
How could the infant’s spirit have spelled ‘Wang’?
He Hao smiled wickedly. “Mm.”
Aggrieved, Wang Zhuo criticized He Hao, “Oh, you. You look so proper but you have so many tricks up your sleeve.”
He Hao: “Aren’t you the same? You ...
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