
About This Novel
In the early morning, a harsh cell phone ringing broke the quiet time. A thin and long hand stretched out from the quilt, picked up the mobile phone placed next to the pillow, raised his head and looked at the name, then greeted the other party in his heart, but still picked up the phone and said feebly: Brother, what are you doing on the phone so early in the morning?
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