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Ding Hann's message arrived very slowly.

A century had passed, Pei Qingcheng thought.

Ding Hann finally called.

Pei Qingcheng answered in a split-second, but after a long pause, she finally opened her mouth.

"Well?"

"Do you think that falling from thousands of meters in the sky is lifelike?" There was a strong sense of ridicule mixed in Ding Hann's tone