Han Sanqian, who had gotten nothing at first, suddenly pointed the little black stick at Peony on the west chamber again.
Just now, he just glanced over it, but now Han Sanqian finds it more and more strange the more he looks at the peony.
Although it actually doesn't seem to be anything special, for some reason, Han Sanqian always feels that it seems to be extremely awkward with the style of other places in the house.
"Could it be that the agency is here?"
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