Dexter Cheng looked at the man in front of him with sharp eyes.
The unprovoked malice now had a clear motive. They are coiled and woven into a web, but they no longer pounce on the flute.
"Brother Jing, do you know my husband?" Dexter Cheng had a smile on his face, but his tone was no longer friendly and became deliberate and cold.
Cheng Yujing said softly: "Ah, yes."
"We used to..." he said, looking at Dexter Cheng with an unclear smile, "we were very close."
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