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... one booth. Biting her lip tightly, she contemplated for a while before finally dialing a number.
After three rings, the call was answered. The man’s cold, calm voice came through the line.
Su Xinyue didn’t speak right away; instead, she began to cry softly.
There was a brief pause on the other end before the sound of a door closing was heard. Then the man picked up the phone again, speaking urgently, "Xinyue, what’s wrong? Is someone bullying you? Tell me, and I’ll help y ...
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