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... yes and terrible expression.
The temperature around him felt even colder than minus one-degree celsius.
Lu Zhaoying stood at his original position while waiting before Cheng Juan finally ended the call and walked towards his direction after a long while.
“How’s it?” Lu Zhaoying looked at Cheng Juan.
Cheng Juan put out his cigarette and threw it towards a nearby dustbin. “He’s aboard the plane. Let’s go up.”
He took two steps and spoke in a plain tone, “Call Uncle Ji ...
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