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The next day, it was late in the morning. Tan Yulong was still sleeping in Mo Chongyan's embrace. Mo Chongyan woke up very early. He looked at his phone, but there was still no reply from Qi Mingyuan.

Mo Chongyan raised an eyebrow. Was he not planning on taking his wife? However, for the sake of his wife, Mo Chongyan had to take care of this matter. As he thought of this