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After answering the call, she returned to her seat and caught a glimpse of Luo Chen’s phone from the corner of her eye.

He walked over and bowed slightly.” What are you looking at?”

Luo Chen handed the phone to Huo Hannian and said,” Little Wen is singing. As expected of my baby. It’s killing me!’”‘

Huo Hannian’s eyes darkened when he heard the word ‘baby’.

He stared at the phone screen for a few seconds, then straightened up and went out to make another ca ...

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