"That old thief Wei Zhongxian, even with death looming, he still doesn't stop stirring up trouble!" I gritted my teeth. The blood-stained note in my hand felt like a red-hot iron, burning me into a state of agitation.
A mole!
The word weighed on me like a boulder, making it hard to breathe. I looked up at Xiaotao. Her face, which usually carried a touch of baby fat, was as pale as a sheet, her eyes filled with fear and unease.
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