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Looking at these six characters, looking at the small golden cat holding its head high and chest out with an attitude that said "Take it or leave it," Zheng Ming felt a bit overwhelmed.
Not only could this fellow read, but it could also articulate well. In the Nine Thousand Miles Wilderness, Zheng Ming couldn't help but wonder what exactly he had stumbled upon.
Casually erasing those few characters, Zheng Ming no longer paid attention to the small golden cat. After he voraciously devoured the breakfast Cheng Qingling had sent, Luo Jinwu knocked on the door and came in.
Luo Jinwu looked haggard. His red-rimmed eyes gave the impression that he hadn't slept well the night before.
"Young Master Ming, I shouldn't have brought you to Dong Song Academy," Luo Jinwu said solemnly after a brief moment of contemplation.
Zheng Ming was taken aback by Luo Jinwu's words, which seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving him feeling momentarily at a loss for a response.