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... iang and the woman she met at the hospital that day.
I took a deep breath and took out my cell phone to call Lin Li.
The phone rang for a while before being picked up. Lin Li’s voice was still clear. “Hey, Anzi, what do you have to say, I’m still cooking in the pot.”
Enron eyes stared at Cheng Xiang's direction, only to see him gently to the woman to pick up the dishes, said with a phone: "How do you cook your own face, Cheng Xiang?"
"He asked the customer to talk abo ...
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