Her autumn-water-like eyes brimmed with worry. "Neither of these two tokens is a child's plaything. I'm afraid they are going to stir up monstrous waves."
Zhang Ming leaned lazily against the master armchair, his fingertips lightly tapping the teacup. "Why fret over this? If not for the sake of Sister, what Dragon Group or White Tiger, they are nothing more than dust."
This statement was no falsehood. If not for the ties between the Master of White Tiger Hall and his sister Ji Yutang, he wouldn't even deign to give these so-called authorities a proper look.
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