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... felt the other’s skin as cold as ice, but he couldn’t determine who it was.
The temperature in the meeting room dropped suddenly, anyone’s hands could be that ice-cold.
So, Yan Junze immediately stopped, maintaining a rigid posture, not daring to move again.
The ice-cold hand also remained still; Yan Junze’s index and middle fingers kept in contact with the back of the other’s hand, as if time had frozen.
“It shouldn’t be Zhang Xiaomo.” Yan Junze speculated in hi ...
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