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... servants were not allowed to approach, someone looked suspiciously at someone Pei sitting on the main seat.

  And most of the people around him also looked incredulous.

  Hearing this, Pei Qian snorted heavily, without raising his eyelids, but replied in a bad tone:

   "Why don't you go talk to Da Sima?"

   One sentence choked everyone on the spot.

  Someone could not help but slander:

  If we have the opportunity to confront Feng Wenhe in court, why do ...

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