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... by the time the call ended.
Xie Qingci rotated his wrist, making a slight noise.
He put down the phone and looked at the takeout box on the table. The soup inside had gone cold, and there was a layer of oil floating on top, making just another glance at it nauseating.
Clearly, it was inedible now, and the room wasn’t stocked with alternatives. At this hour, he didn’t want to bother anyone, so he could only bear the hunger.
But he didn’t really mind. He relaxed his ...
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