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If Liao Zhenbo's expression from before was the cold winter of December … Because of Fu Xiaoqian's call. His face began to warm up. It was like the early autumn of October. The warm wind was mixed with too much obscurity. There was too much loneliness and sadness floating in the air.

Liao Zhenbo still had the same poker face as ever. Only Leeson could see the change in his mood