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... hat? You have a fever. Is it serious?” His tone changed from joy to worry, and finally to panic.
Xing Shu leaned against the front passenger seat, playing with her hair. She did not ask further. After hanging up the phone, Cheng Xingyang honked twice. When he saw that the car was still stationary, he punched the steering wheel twice in anger. Xing Shu viewed his reaction with mirth. Earlier at the apartment—if he had just gone upstairs to take a look, he would have discovered her tryst w ...
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