Duan Ruoqing walked towards the maid and opened her mouth, wanting to say something. Dumb. But he found that after experiencing those four hundred years, he had already forgotten how to speak.
[System] Host, please show an angry and forbearing expression now, so that others will think that you dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Duan Ruoqing was silent: "How many points are there?"
After a while, the system's gnashing voice came: "30!"
"Well, it's not too little."
He lowered his eyes and slowly brewed his emotions according to what the system said in his mind. When he raised his head, he had an expression that was mixed with anger, sadness and forbearance. . . . . .