His words were like a cloud of smoke, faintly dispersed, and his tone was steady, but with a slight sense of frustration.

Chu Randong twisted his eyebrows, and the hand holding the wine glass paused.

"Jiang Yang, gone?"

"I don't know." Ye Tushen's eyes were intimidated by a cold light, and his fingertips clenched the cup, and the strength was as heavy as ......

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