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"What did you say?" Xiao Bo held the phone, his eyes wide open. "Fang Lian is back?"

"Yes, sir. " Lin Xiaorou's hair was wet and draping over her shoulders. Her naked body was only wrapped in a towel and her face was gloomy.

"Didn't you plant spies around her? Why did you not receive any news when she came back?" Xiao Bo felt a sharp pain in his temple