"Why isn't Sir running yet?" Yang Duanhe asked Yanyan with a beaming smile.
"Damn you, Yang Duanhe!" How could Yanyan not run? With Yang Duanhe shouting at the top of his lungs, everyone in the entire guesthouse could hear him.
Faced with this direct cursing of his name, Yang Duanhe only smiled even more brightly. This was nothing; he had heard far worse on the battlefield.
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