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Wu Xiangcheng struggled to sit up from the bed with his hands. The phone on the bedside was still on. The time showed that it was 3:42 in the middle of the night. Under the dim light, there were wine bottles and cigarette butts on the floor. After that phone call was broadcast with excitement and joy. He......
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