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... ing his back on us, doesn’t recognize us?”
The phone rang for half a minute and wasn’t answered; Lu Liang couldn’t be bothered to dial again, just waiting for a return call from the other side.
Seeing Lu Liang daydreaming on the balcony, Feng Xi came over holding a steaming bowl of noodles, “Mr. Lu, have some food to warm your stomach. I’m not sure if it suits your taste.”
Instant noodles, cooked not soaked, topped with an egg; it didn’t look great, but smelled delicious. ...
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