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... ad, and sat in the studio, picking up the landline phone on the table, ready to call Song Boyu.
Cen Simiao breathed a few breaths, calmed down, and dialed out. She picked it up almost immediately, and she smiled proactively, "How do you keep calling? How long did I leave?"
Song Boyu's breathing was particularly pronounced, but he did not speak.
Cen Simiao nodded for a moment, then wondered a little and called him tentatively.
There seemed to be wind blowing there, and ...
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