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Meng Lianying was calling. Mo Ye looked at Eleven. The final battle was just tomorrow, so why did she call tonight?

"Pick it up!" Eleven said.

Mo Ye nodded. For all they knew, he might be able to fish some information from Meng Lianying. He hinted to Eleven not to speak and then picked up the call. When he picked up, Meng Lianying's panicked voice came over the phone. "Ye, I want to see you now."

Her voice sounded worried and saddening…

"Speak your mind. I will not meet you," Mo Ye coldly replied while looking at Eleven, who was resting against the pillow next to him. Mo Ye turned on the speaker for Eleven to hear. Eleven was taken aback and shook her head. She trusted Mo Ye. Whether she was listening in or not made no difference.

"Ye, if you want to stay alive, you must come out to meet me," Meng Lianying said urgently. "If you don't want to die tomorrow, just come out now. I want to meet you."