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... f the temperature has dropped by dozens of degrees!

"Investigate." This word, explosively uttered, makes it clear that his fury has reached its peak.

"Yes." Han Changqing replies.

Xiao Mohan scoops her into his arms and gets into the car. Han Changqing takes the wheel and drives off.

The luxurious vehicle, like an arrow, drives straight towards the mansion on the hillside.

He lowers his gaze to the woman in his arms and notices her small hand curled into a ...

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