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Jiang Yining thought for a moment and hung up. As expected, two seconds later, the same number rang again. This time, she picked up. "Hello." "Jiang Yining, right?" It was Ma Xiaocui's voice on the other end, her tone arrogant. "Let's meet. One hour from now, at." Jiang Yining cut her off with a sudden question. "You can go out?" She was genuinely curious. Ever since Feng Suyi's funeral