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"Mister …"

When A Li saw Nan Huaijin slowly put his phone down from the side of his ear, a trace of unease appeared on his face.

"…"

Nan Huaijin did not say anything, and his clear facial features became darker and darker.

"Young Master Yunxiao has always been a serious person. This call should be the correct one …"

A Li whispered.

"It's just that there's no one to pick it up