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"What time is it? "Put away your phone." Di Hao Tian was not angry.

"What is it? It was only half past eight. You used to say it doesn't matter as long as it doesn't exceed ten o'clock. " Tang Bao remembered it clearly.

"You're injured."

"Injured feet, it's okay." She didn't need to play games with her toes.

Tang Bao felt that something was wrong with the air