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... Feng Fuce.
"Marquis Wan, what do you mean, could it be that Fanghua’s husband is a ghost?"
Feng Fuce’s face was cool and jade-like, calm and composed.
He pulled Bai Zhi’er to sit on a chair beside him.
"I didn’t say her husband is a ghost." Feng Fuce slowly poured a cup of tea, giving it to Bai Zhi’er first.
"It’s just that some people think what they see is real, and mistakenly believe it was an immortal’s guidance, which is truly laughable."
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