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... his friend was being this polite meant that he had something to things to say. Lin Wenbo didn't get into his car after they walked to the parking lot. Instead, he leaned on his Bentley and held out a pack of cigarettes as he waited for his friend to speak.
Years of friendship and this tacit understanding was still there. Song Haoran smiled and pulled out a cigarette and ignited it. After taking a deep pull, he breached the subject. "What happened to Xiangyi?" Why was she so sad she cr ...
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