That fleeting thought was confirmed by Zhuo Nan's casual action, he stood at the door in a daze, the door opened, but he didn't know whether to go in or not.

Involuntarily flashed in his mind the time in Pingshan Villa, the four numbers that Yan Hui lost in front of him were exactly the same as the four numbers he lost just now, he twisted the door and leaned against the door frame, and couldn't understand why Yan Hui used his birthday as the password to open the door.

"You're looking for me?" Just as Zhuo Nan was about to continue to make up this question, a voice came from the front, Zhuo Nan subconsciously raised his eyes, and happened to look at Shang Yan with a slightly surprised look.

Yan Hui stood at the top of the stairs, holding a paper bag in his hand, I don't know what it contained, but a corner of a piece of paper leaned out of the paper bag

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