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... owards the edge of the bedside table.
A second before the phone was about to fall to the ground, a large hand stopped it.
A black head emerged from the bed, with curly hair on top.
Matsuda Jinping slept soundly and was woken up suddenly. He was stunned for a while at first, but when he came back to his senses, the stinky face burst into flames.
He pressed the call on Jian forcefully and fiercely, put the phone to his ear, and was about to scold—
"Matsuda! Come ...
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