After finishing her conversation with Fu Junyue, Mi Lan collapsed completely onto the armchair.
He had offended someone else again. Oh well, nothing could be done about it; he might as well just lie flat, give up, and wait to be dismissed.
Mi Lan still possessed a fair amount of self-awareness. His brain was probably only slightly better than an average person's, and his cultivation could only be described as mediocre. To crack a case that even Fu Junyue had emphasized as tricky—heh, better forget it.
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