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Fu Zhiwen was inwardly overjoyed at the success of his plan, but outwardly he held a stern face, as if suppressing his true emotions.
"Old Dong, are you not humiliated enough?" Fu Datong scowled at the middle-aged Government Official: "The lord is here, why haven't you pulled up your pants?!"
The middle-aged Government Official, shouted at by Fu Datong, realized he was too engrossed in reminiscing about the recent pleasures that he had forgotten to adjust himself. He quickly pulled up his pants, his face flushed red.
"My... my lord, I..."
Fu Zhiwen raised his hand: "Old Dong, stop speaking."
"My lord, I know I was wrong, I... I..." The middle-aged Government Official was now truly afraid, the romantic images in his mind suddenly vanished, and he knelt in front of Fu Zhiwen filled with guilt and panic: "My lord, I truly have feelings for Miss Tian, please fulfill my wish."
