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The signal in the elevator was not very good.
Xie Baola’s voice came through the phone intermittently.
Chen Jiayan didn’t catch it clearly.
So he stayed silent.
The bright light from above the elevator cast down, and his hair strands emitted a cold glint, illuminating his porcelain, refined face.
His perfectly tailored coat accentuated his slender physique, tall and graceful, with a compelling elegance.
Until the elevator stopped, he had ...
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