Damien Luan walked out of the room calmly and closed the door.
Then he gently leaned his back against the door, and his cold and handsome face suddenly turned red.
He raised a hand to cover his eyes resignedly, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his rapid pulse.
After calming down, Damien Luan walked to a secluded place downstairs, called over a secret guard who had been following them, and handed him the letter.
"Have Han Yang deliver it to the prefect of Quanshan City."
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