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... shed Jiang Zhuoheng before she answered his question. “Yan Rusheng called, he sounded unhinged.”
“Oh,” Jiang Zhuoheng replied lightly and put his hands tenderly around her shoulders. “I’ll send you home, it’s getting late.”
Hearing that, Wen Xuxu glanced at the time on her phone. It was almost 10 p.m., indeed it was getting late.
On their way back, the windows were rolled down. Xuxu’s hand supported her cheek and she peered outside. The nightscape of the bustling ci ...
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