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Unfortunately.
The response of Ximen Maodie surprised everyone.
His eyes, obscured by spectacles, seemed void of any ripples, exuding a scholarly air like a professor; Ximen Maodie was not paying the slightest attention to the commotion beside him.
His son was being held face down in urine, yet he acted as if nothing had happened.
Expressionless, he slowly, sip by sip, drank the fresh Pu'er tea in his cup.
But the finger that held the teacup was trembling slightly, unnoticed by others.
Next to him, Ximen Boxian continued to struggle and scream.
After such public humiliation, he could pretty much never show his face in the "rivers and lakes" again.
From now on, whenever people mentioned the name Ximen Boxian, they would only remember to say, "Ah, isn't that the wimp who was held down in urine by that dogman named Dong Jiahui?"
In greetings, they might just ask each other, "How do you like your drink?"
