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When Mo Chongyan returned home, Tan Yutong was lying on the bed. Her beautiful eyes were tightly shut, and even sounds of breathing could be heard from Tan Yutong's nose. Mo Chongyan smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and his lips lightly touched Tan Yushi's cheek.

Quietly closing the door, Mo Chongyan came back to the study room. Looking at the dazzling numbers on the computer