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Yi Qing's expression was gloomy. Right now, she was only interested in Xiao Jinghan's matter. She had no interest in anything else.

"It's related to you." Lord Ghost did not give up and laid on the stone table beside the lotus flower pot.

Yi Qing still did not want to bother with him.

"Xiao Jinghan will be angry if he finds out." Lord Ghost stared at Yi Qing.

Yi Qing was a little interested, "If you want to say it, don't say it."

Lord Gui was completely ignored, and stepped on the stone chair dejectedly. "Forget it, I'll tell you then. "It's been rumored that you raised a man in your house, so you don't go out every day."

Yi Qing looked at Lord Ghost.

"According to the description, that man might be me." Lord Ghost looked at Yi Qing proudly.

Yi Qing thought about it for a moment, then gave up on the idea.

"Aren't you angry?" Lord Ghost could not understand.