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... ed, interrupting Li Yehan’s actions.
He picked up the cellphone from the table to hang up, but when he saw the caller ID, he sat up.
Nan Qiao wiped the drool from her mouth, sitting on the sofa farthest from Li Yehan, preparing to leave.
Li Yehan’s face turned iron-blue, his voice icy cold, "Give him the phone."
After a while, Li Tianhong’s cursing voice came from the other side, "The day after tomorrow is my birthday, Li Yehan, you unfilial son, do you still want ...
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