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Zhang Yang was getting nervous from Leng Ting Chen's actions, sweat beading on his forehead. He was afraid that there might be some mishap, so he kept sending messages to confirm whether it was really Song Yuesheng. How much longer would it take for him to arrive?
After what seemed like centuries, there was a knock on the door.
Leng Ting Chen stood behind the door, took a deep breath