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Not a bad friend... "Is that so?"

It sounded like an unexpected irony.

At 11 PM, Ji Ling had already fallen asleep. Ji Rufeng took out Ji Ling's phone. The phone book only had three numbers written on it: one was Ji Rufeng's, one was Ma Neijia's and the other was naturally Mo Chenyuan's. She moved the highlight bar to the words "Uncle Mo" and pressed the fairy tale key