After a pause, Lian Xing's mosquito-like voice sounded.
"You've already discovered that?"
Lucas Thorn said softly, "I noticed it when you first entered the tavern two days ago."
When Lian Xing heard the voice, she couldn't help but lower her head a little.
Even the veins on the back of the hand holding the wine jug were bulging from the force.
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