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... thrice, yet no response came from within.
Luo Qinghe stood at the doorway, “It’s me.”
After she spoke, someone inside finally responded, though notably impatient, “What is it?”
The door opened, and Luo Changde stood disheveled, his neck and chest covered with scratches from a woman’s nails.
Luo Qinghe’s expression instantly turned cold. She entered with her secretary and slammed the door forcefully, “You still ask me what it is, Luo Changde? Look at the mess you’v ...
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