"The Second Emperor of Qin...the eldest son!" Fu Sheng blurted out.
Emerson Chunyu has said so much, if Fusheng still doesn't realize it, then he is not a nerd, but a fool.
"Yes."
Emerson Chunyu nodded, and a hint of complacency unconsciously appeared on his face.
He picked up the teacup, in which the hot water was no longer scalding, and gently brought it to his lips and took a sip, as if he was tasting some fine wine.
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