The road did not move.
Damien Luan's condition was obviously different from usual. Although his expression was still cold and arrogant, Caleb Lu carefully discovered that a thin layer of sweat was oozing out of his forehead.
"Your Highness? Are you hot?" Caleb Lu reached out his hand to touch his forehead in confusion.
Damien Luan stepped back slightly to avoid his hand, and said with a hint of panic in his tone: "No. Okay, go and rest."
Caleb Lu had no choice but to agree, packed up his things and went out to call Han Yang in.
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