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Fu Zhou was standing in front of the door. He raised his hand to his nose and smelled the scent on his fingertips. After putting down his hand, he bowed his head and shrugged, lowering his head to take a sniff at his own body.

He had just smoked, and although he had been blowing at the exhaust window for a while, the smell was not so easily dissipated. After talking to Su Minglin for so long