ink. She blurted out her doubts without hesitation, but the moment she finished speaking, she regretted it and slapped her own mouth repeatedly, muttering, "Damn it! Curse my mouth! It's no wonder my...hey sounded more like a young master flirting with a courtesan in a brothel. Few dare speak to Fu Zimu like this under heaven. To be able to talk and laugh freely even under such immense pressure, thi...