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At this moment, Fu Xiaoqian was like an exquisite doll carved by a high-ranked artist. Only her beautiful appearance made her seem soulless. She sat there blankly with a broken microphone in her hand. She kept mumbling to herself, "It's not like this, it's not like this …"

Liao Zhenbo noticed the phone in her hand and realized that the change in her mood must be related to the call