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“Do you have a torch in the house?” Song Yuanxun asked Fang Zhaomu.
“No,” Fang Zhaomu said as he walked to the small chest of drawers by his bed and rummaged through the drawer. “Where’s my phone…”
He had not switched his phone on for two days already, and vaguely remembered placing it in the cupboard. It was not in the first drawer, and Fang Zhaomu pulled the next one open.
“Mumu,” Song Yuanxun asked him. “You don’t use your phone anymore?”
Fang Zhaomu found ...
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