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... would dare to knock on the door in such a tone.
The man’s cold and handsome face was almost dripping with water, but the sound of knocking on the door did not stop.
Not only the president’s voice, but Mengmeng’s grandfather, grandmother, Chen Qingzhi, and even li yaoyang’s voice could be heard.
Li junyu closed his eyes to hide the coldness that was as deep as ink.
When he opened his eyes again, his cold black eyes regained their clarity, and what he saw was his li ...
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