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Taking a deep breath, he stood up. Just as he pushed open the door, he saw Han Jin standing outside, covered in cold air.

Shock!

Xia Qingyin, no, Xia Qingya, immediately retreated in fright.

She couldn't figure out when Han Jin came back. Had she been standing at the door all this time? Did he hear the phone call? How much did he hear?

After calming down with great difficulty