"Inspect the goods."
Hearing this, Zhongli Ting’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of cold light flashing in his gaze. He closed his eyes for a moment, then turned back, urging with an air of impatience, "Come here."
Ruhuahua immediately stepped forward with a sob, her voice trailing off in a high, delicate, and pitiful tone: "Young Master~"
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