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Nan Huaijin didn't get up. He sat on the sofa and watched calmly.

He had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. He wasn't Lu Yiyao at all, he was an old friend of his.

No wonder he was so unconcerned.

"Not Yiyao, that's great."

Nan Huaijin's nervous system slowly relaxed. The doubt in his heart didn't lessen.

Ming Lang had been dead for thirty years