"Jun, Jun, Jun Qing... Master?" The trembling hands tightly pulled the sleeves, and the trembling lips could not even utter a complete sentence.
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Yan Junqing raised his head in confusion. Did he hear it correctly? Will you return your master? What a strange name.
Fu Zeyan stood up in a hurry and walked forward. Yan Junqing was frightened and quickly stepped back to avoid bumping into him. "Stop. Stop there and don't move."
Fu Zeyan stopped quickly. Holding his chest with both hands, he looked excited, "Master Junqing, don't you remember me? I am Ze Yan. Fu Zeyan."
Yan Junqing looked up and down at the thin young man in front of him in confusion, "Fu Ze Yan... Uh... You... Um~~ ah, that doormat!!!"
Fu Zeyan stepped forward and grabbed Yan Junqing's hand, "Yes, yes, Master Junqing, I am that doormat. Master Junqing, I didn't expect to see you again. I'm really..."
Yan Junqing was startled and quickly shook off his hand, "Let go... Ugh! You don't want to be called master. I haven't been a bully for many years."