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... . He opened the door slowly. The ringtone continued to ring.

“He entered carefully. He found Jianyou at the last row of the shelves. She squatted on the ground, facing the wall. The ringtone came from her body.

“At the time, the boss already felt something was wrong. Jianyou was a nice girl. She would never do a prank like that. The boss walked over and called her name, but Jianyou didn’t react. The boss patted her lightly on her shoulder.” At this point, the woman’s face paled. ...

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