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Meng Yao … Left?

The few words that were ice-cold and without any warmth were like a dagger, piercing straight into the pit of Kang Zeyu's heart.

He gripped his mobile phone and shivered all over.

Finally, the phone fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen Yunxuan didn't respond to the call. Instead, he hung up.

Inside the office, Kang Zeyu was sitting in a chair