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"Yiyang, what are you doing? There's a trap here, do you want to come?"

Feng Qingyi could even hear the commotion from his side when he called.

"No, I'm not in the mood."

He sat on the balcony, holding his cell phone in one hand and his cigarette in the other.

"Don't. We all know each other. Jiang Liu and Lingfei are here too. Give me some face