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"Mo Ze." Jiang Peihan's soft voice came through the microphone.

Hearing Jiang Peihan's voice, a trace of impatience flashed across Mo Ze's eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Why are you so cold to me? No matter what, I've liked you for more than ten years, can't you be more gentle with me? " Jiang Peihan heard Mo Ze's cold tone and sighed.

"Heh." Mo Ze sneered: "Don't call me later."

"Aiya, okay