(I'm so tired, brothers, there's still a little left to code, preventing piracy cough cough... Brothers, around 8:30 tomorrow morning, refresh this chapter! Little Rong must sleep for a while, exhausted)
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"Mr. Zhao, I'm afraid I'll forget the words later..."
A youthful voice suddenly sounded in a certain big tent.
"No worries, I'm here."
It was the voice of a young man, warm, steady, calm, and unhurried.
"Mm."
The air was silent for a while.
"Mr. Zhao."
The boy couldn't help but call again.
"Hmm?"
In a hesitant tone, "What if... I mean what if I temporarily forget a certain part or don't do it well, will it cause you and Mr. Gu's ceremony to fail?"
The boy's voice gradually lowered.
"Sir, it's not that I haven't listened to your advice and prepared earnestly, but I'm unsure about the new steps you just modified... I'm afraid of affecting you."
The young man's light laughter echoed.
