Their room was dark, and Yan Qiaoan hid at the door and listened for a long time before quietly pushing the door open.

She stood barefoot, on tiptoe, holding her breath beside Yan's father.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he squatted next to his bedside table again, groping with his hands to find his mobile phone.

But I fumbled around, but I didn't find any trace of the mobile phone.

She felt like she was ......

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