Jiang Yuchi silently set down the document in her hand.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She rolled the document, which was printed in a foreign language, into a tube that looked entirely harmless, then turned and gave Yu Buqi a light tap on the head with it.
"Hey!" It hadn't hurt at all, but Yu Buqi’s flair for the dramatic took over. He clutched his head with both hands, feigning such profound grievance that he was practically begging for a sad violin soundtrack to accompany his performance.
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