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Out of the corner of his eyes, Ling Ao Jing saw a name flashing on the screen. His pupils constricted slightly as he looked at it with his clear yet cold eyes.

It was so persistent, ringing and ringing again and again. The vibrating phone was the impatient mood of the caller, eagerly waiting for a reply from its owner.

Ling Ao Jing reached out his hands to brush away Ruan Mo Wu's envious gaze