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The night was quiet.

The bright moonlight shone together with the lights in the room. Hao Yan closed the bedroom door and came out. She saw Qin Huainian standing among the light and shadow in front of the French window with one hand on his waist, answering the call.

It seemed to be something related to work. He spoke fluent English, which echoed in the room in a deep and mellow manner