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Looking at the object, Qian Xiaohao curiously leaned in and asked, "What is this?"

"Young Master."

"Hmm?"

"Could you please step back a bit? The smell of your sweat is rather strong."

"Is now really the time to talk about that?"

Although he was annoyed, Qian Xiaohao still took a step back, increasing the distance between himself and the maid.

The maid then steadied her heartbeat and continued, "It looks like a quest tree, the kind of thing NPCs record their quests with players on. According to this, you've screwed up most of the quests, so in the end, you cornered her. Now she only has one last quest she can complete. Only by finishing this quest can she move on to the next step."

"What's her last quest?"

"To confess her love to you. Whether successful or not, she can move on to the next quest after that. But you've been dragging your feet and haven't completed it, so she's lost control. Strange."

"What's strange about that?"