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... call from Mrs. Wen, and from the tone of her voice, he felt a headache coming on.

“Okay, Mom, I got it. I have a surgery right now. We’ll talk when I get back,” Wen Chi soothed.

“All right, I won’t hold you up from work then,” Mrs. Wen finally agreed to hang up the phone.

After hanging up, Wen Chi felt his temples throbbing violently with pain; even massaging them firmly caused discomfort.

Every time after talking to Mrs. Wen on the phone, he always felt a sense o ...

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