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Graduate Bai regretted it. If time could be turned back, he definitely wouldn't have volunteered. He had compromised himself, "Not a single tremble."
Zhou Shuren was hurrying back home for dinner, "Graduate Bai, please get off the carriage, you are delaying me."
If he got home late, his wife would be worried.
Graduate Bai was dumbfounded; he couldn't help but guess, perhaps Mr. Zhou was deceiving him? He steadied his mind, thinking today was a disaster, but his presence had diminished. Wanting to talk again, he realized his presence had weakened. He pursed his lips and hurriedly got out of the carriage.
Before stepping out of the carriage, Graduate Bai glanced at the coachman wearing a hat, squinting his eyes. He couldn't make out anything unusual, but he bore a grudge against Mr. Zhou in his heart; he had been too flustered just now.
The coachman, waiting for the carriage ahead to move on, lifted his head and whipped the horses.
