"Sir, how did you know I was reading..." Zhou Binghai had just finished his sentence when he hurriedly covered his mouth. Damn it! When had the sir realized, when did he discover that I was using the cover of 'The History of the Warring States' but actually filled with various storybooks? Thinking of this, Zhou Binghai quickly defended himself, "Sir, it's not erotica; it's all sorts of storybooks about talented scholars and beautiful ladies."
"It's all the same," Ye Lanfeng waved him off. "Watch less of that and continue to pay attention to any news about Han Yan."
"Yes, yes," Zhou Binghai retreated with a constipated look on his face.
Ye Lanfeng sat alone in the courtyard, bowing his head and silently gazing at the jade pendant in his hand, lost in thought.
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