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... man sitting on the sofa with her hair done up in a high bun, wearing a nude-colored strapless gown, her makeup was delicate, and her expression was full of rage.
It was indeed Zhou Yunong.
But her hands and feet were both bound with phone cords, and her mouth was stuffed with a wad of tissues, looking somewhat disheveled.
No wonder there had been no response despite banging on the door for ages.
Mo Weiyi walked up to her, shifted her gaze from her face, scanned th ...
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