Qin Ziyao took Malt to an apartment he bought, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, which was spacious enough, but the decoration style was enchanting.

Malt wanted to get his phone back, but to no avail. Sitting on the sofa, Malt looked at him indifferently, after all, the worst had happened, even if it was bad, how bad could it be?

"I've come here with you, can you give me back the phone?"

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Chapter 130 Who is that wild man? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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