When Mùróng Zhuó saw me enter, a clear flash of panic crossed his eyes. He made a move to toss away a crumpled ball of paper.
What on earth was this fellow writing that was so unspeakable he even had to guard against me?
Seeing that he was about to throw away the crumpled, messy ball of paper, I took two or three steps forward and, catching him off guard, deftly snatched the paper ball he was hiding behind his back.
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