"Ahem... I'm all right now. If you want to write mourning poetry, just go ahead and write it. Don't mind me." Kong Wenyuan gave a light cough and said.
Although his expression was awkward for a moment, fortunately he was the most senior person present. Moreover, Meng Qian and the others hadn't seen him losing his composure just now, so he quickly regained his composure.
Only Kong Xinran, sitting nearby, had a bit of a headache. She had gone to great lengths to find an excuse to change the topic, only to have her grandfather...
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