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Yan Zirong took out her phone. The screen emitted a faint blue light which shone on Yan Zirong's face, reflecting her haggard appearance. After finding the familiar number, Yan Zirong dialed it, but the phone was turned off.

"Zi'an, where are you?" With an apprehensive mood, Yan Zirong edited the message and sent it to Qiao Zi'an. Actually, there was a lot of information that she wanted to ask