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On Mo Chongyan's side, when Leng Fang had just died, Mo Chongyan's men had arrived at her current residence. Looking at Leng Fang's warm corpse, he could not help but curse in a low voice, "What."

"Director Mo, we're late." After making a call, to be honest, Mo Chongyan was not surprised when he heard this. To tell the truth, he had already thought of such an outcome yesterday