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"What's wrong?" Yin Jing noticed Ding Changsheng's strange expression and asked.

Ding Changsheng shook his head and said, "It's fine, you go up first. I'll make a call."

At Jiang Tianhe's house, Ding Changsheng got off the car. He understood what He Feng's text message meant, so he said.

Yin Jing did not dare to ask anymore as she carried her things up the stairs