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... , the corners of his thin lips curled sarcastically, "Don’t mind me, answer it if you want."
Jin Jumo was sweating at the forehead, the phone rang once and then started ringing again.
Jin Jumo felt like what she was holding wasn’t a phone, but a hot potato, unable to decide whether to toss it away or keep it.
With each ring of the phone, Rong Mochen’s expression grew worse, his cold gaze stacking in layers upon Jin Jumo. "What, am I here preventing you from answering the ...
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