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The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,"What did he do" He wiped his hair, sat down on the sofa, threw down the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Lao Shu had just brought in, and took a sip.,Huo Mingzheng's action of drinking soup stopped abruptly, and then he left。

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