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His gloomy gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the living room. Of course, he remembered the names of these people. He looked sharply at the second floor of the staircase. Zhao Yalan's portrait was originally framed. Before he left, it was hanging on the wall, but now it was placed on the floor, its glass shattered.

He looked at the messy house. It was not ready to be cleaned yet