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... p> From Zhang Yang's angle, he could only see half of Han Mocheng's face with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. This guy was looking down, not fiddling with his phone, lost in his thoughts.
"Hey! What are you doing, following us to the hotel in the middle of the night instead of resting?"
Zhang Yang, like a ghost, silently walked over to the spot beside the driver's seat and suddenly greeted.
"Whoa! You almost scared me to death!"
That unexpected greeting almos ...
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