"Did you turn a deaf ear to what I said to you?" Pei Qingye’s expression darkened.
Huang Mao snapped back to reality, his eyes full of evasion. "I... I didn't mean to."
He was already in his twenties, yet in front of this boy who wasn't even eighteen yet, he didn't even dare to speak above a whisper. It was a heartfelt fear, a reverence that stemmed from the soul.
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