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... p the phone.
When he looked back at Gu Zixuan, all the ripples from before vanished, and he cast a deep gaze.
He opened the handbag Gu Zixuan had placed on the bedside table, took out the phone, and walked out.
He turned it on, found the call log, and deleted the record of the call he had made to himself from her phone earlier.
Looking at the messages from He Qimo, his eyes turned cold, but he didn’t open them to read.
Turning off the phone, he returned to ...
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