"Uncle Red-Mole?"
Duan Lingtian naturally knew exactly who Han Xuenai was talking about, and his mouth twitched involuntarily. In his mind, a "vermilion mole," bright as congealed blood, slowly appeared on Prince Yong's forehead, searingly vivid in his memory.
"Only a girl like Xuenai would dare call Prince Yong 'Uncle Red-Mole,'" Duan Lingtian thought to himself.
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