Creak, creak.

It was the sound of the pumpkin cart slowly driving away.

Zheng Qing helped the soft side of the pointed wizard hat, and secretly glanced around, no surprises, there were all furtive glances. It's just that there was a strange and malicious atmosphere outside the sight of those hiding their heads and showing their tails. This atmosphere gave the young public finance student the urge to run away immediately.

But when he looked back, the pumpkin cart in Qingqiu Mansion had disappeared

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