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... one here!" Xiao Lin put down the hairdryer, looking at Hassan’s expression in the mirror. The night wind brushed through his slightly longer hair, carrying the scent after a bath: "If you’re so uneasy, why did you call me over?"
"Jun Zhe’s in trouble!" Hassan moved to the window: "Right under your building. Tell me this wasn’t your doing!"
"It wasn’t!" Xiao Lin didn’t evade Hassan’s probing gaze: "I’m returning home tomorrow. Leave the items and you can go."
"Xiao Lin, I ...
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