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On the other end of the phone, Sunn Qinghe was silent for a moment, then whispered: "What are you going to do about An'an?"

At the mention of An'an, I couldn't help but suffocate. All of the blood in my body rushed to the top of my head as I clenched my fingers tightly. A sharp fingernail stabbed into the palm of my hand, leaving behind an ugly mark