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... to keep his eyes wide open, and a cold smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.
His fingertips clutched a cigarette, flicking the ash gently to fall on Chen Qiang’s face, "Remember now?"
Chen Qiang shuddered from the burn, "How did you, how did you get out?"
Fu Shiyan didn’t answer him but asked directly, "The cellphone that fell on the back seat of the car?"
"It’s in my pocket."
Fu Shiyan crouched down and pressed the cigarette butt into the palm of ...
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