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... I really don't know where to find him."

As soon as the voice fell off, Lei Ming suddenly fainted ...

Ning Xi and Lin Zhizhi were all startled, and the two of them were able to help people to the sofa after they had lost all their power.

"What to do, Sister Zhizhi?" Ning Xi said anxiously.

Lin Zhizhi's eyes flashed a struggle, and at last he finally said, "Take care of Brother Ming, call an ambulance, I'll go to Jiang Muye."

"Okay!" Ning Xi responded again and a ...

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