Note: This chapter contains a scene from the past.
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"I don't want to call you Brother Zhang anymore!" His hair was still half wet, and someone was helping him comb it, but the person's concentration was slightly disturbed by his sudden statement.
Zhang Hei stood behind the seated figure in a light blue robe. In his hand was a comb made of mahogany wood, but his hand movements stopped after hearing what the younger person had just said to him.
"Sometimes you called me by my name, but that was only when you were angry with me. You have been calling me Brother Zhang for almost a decade, so why did you suddenly change your mind, Your Highness?" Zhang Hei asked while showing an amused smile on his face, and he once again continued to comb the long white hair of the young man sitting in front of him.
