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... as loved wholeheartedly for several years, how could he do something wrong to himself?
"Weaving..."
Lu Heyun sensed something was wrong, frowned, and stepped forward to speak.
The phone rang suddenly, it was his call.
Mo Zhiyun looked down at a string of unfamiliar phone numbers, and had a strong sixth sense: This call was made by that woman.
She raised her stiff arm and returned the phone to him, her voice almost squeezed out of her throat, "Take i ...
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