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... answered An Yan’s call, he had just returned Zhou Ziqiao to her room, intent on getting her a glass of warm water.
He was walking along the hallway towards the staircase, and when he reached the first step, the words from An Yan made him stop in his tracks.
His fingers tightened around the phone, his face darkening like the night.
His voice carried a hint of indifference, "I know."
After hanging up, he unblocked He Xiyue’s number and gave her a call.
She a ...
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