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In the dead of night.

Xia Lei sat on the sofa in his room quietly, his gaze fixated on the floor beneath his feet. The floor, and even the concrete floor, did not exist in his left eye, while Ling Hao was in the room beneath his feet.

Ling Hao was busy arranging his salutations. His greeting was simple: a suitcase, a laptop, a change of suit, some underwear and socks