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In the bedroom, Cheng Xirong stared at Fu Zhou. His gaze never left Fu Zhou's eyes. The latter let out a light breath, looked Cheng Xirong in the eye, and spoke in a suppressed voice: "That's it."

He didn't seem to be in any mood, nor did he appear out of sorts. His face was still the same lifeless mask. It was perfectly normal. It looked exactly the same as usual