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Zhou Xuan used his identity to suppress Zhou Yue. Finally, he hung up the phone with a darkened face.

He looked at me, his eyes scanning the cigarette on my fingertip, his brow furrowed in displeasure.

I spat out the smoke and whispered, "What did he say?"

"He agreed."

"Is that so? "It seems like daddy is still useful." When I said this sentence with a smile that wasn't really a smile