In the room, Lin Xianchao was sweating profusely. He was chasing Lana and the others in his dream.
He had had this dream countless times. It was strange that every time in the dream he almost saved Ye Tiantian.
Always at the most critical moment, that group of people disappear.
Whenever he caught up with them, Ye Tiantian had already been abused.
A rapid cell phone ring rang out, Lin Xianchao suddenly opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.
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