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The sky was getting darker, and the original purple had turned deep blue.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

However, Zhou Xingchen didn't make a single move, and didn't even send a single message over.

Liang Jia frowned, he walked around the room, seeing that the sky was getting darker, the anxiousness in his heart burned even hotter, and he did not have any idea what to do