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Xia Yuyan was rather simple.

"Mei Ye, how do you think she'll get there?" Putting the cup of coffee on the table, Mo Danyan put his hands together, his purple eyes gleaming with a breathtaking cold light, sharp like a soaring eagle looking at its prey. The eyes on the screen could pierce through the inside like X-rays, the slender body leaning against the black sofa was like a crouching leopard