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"He's inside."

Mo Tingyue turned to look at Qiao Anxia and reminded her in a low voice.

Hearing his words, Qiao Anxia's legs seemed as if they were filled with lead as she stood still and unable to move. Her gaze was fixated on the door, her fists were clenched tightly, and her fingertips were clamped to the point of turning white.

However, she still couldn't help but walk over