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Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Su Rong Rong's voice became softer and softer, until it finally disappeared completely.

He angrily swept aside the book Huo Yiqian had placed on the bedside. He originally wanted to vent his anger by throwing the TV remote control over the bed, but his hand was raised high up, and in the end, it still gently fell down.

"Sigh …" With a long sigh