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The carriage drove out of Tong mansion and slowly went through the vacant valley. Tong Zijing smiled at the sculpture in his hand. But for it and but for the carving knife, he couldn’t bear staying in Tong mansion for a second.
This was the place that he hated most. There were people that he hated most. He used to suffer slight autism, but he wasn’t a fool. The titter was merely a mask he had worn to deceive those evil servants.
He concealed his hatred.
Now the old m ...
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