The tea cup was placed on the table with a slight sound. Car lights swept through the curtains outside the window, and Qi Tongwei lowered his eyes to look at the mud on the toes of his shoes. He didn't say that the name card was actually handed to Chen Hai by someone before his accident.
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Do you use AI to write books that you don't want to read?
Do you use AI to write books that you don't want to read?