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"You are..." He Zheng felt like he had survived a catastrophe, gasping for air, and it took a long time for him to realize, "You are Yan Junze? Thank God you came, or else... the consequences..."
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Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed that the man was still grabbing his hands, saying nothing, without any other movements, just staring straight into his eyes, expressionless.
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After calming down, He Zheng began to feel suspicious.
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No matter what, if it were Yan Junze who had rushed over, his reaction wouldn't be like this after rescuing him.
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With this thought, he immediately turned his head to look again at the mirror on the dressing table, and when he saw the reflection clearly, he instantly took a sharp intake of breath.
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He saw that his reflection in the mirror was still sitting nicely, smiling at him, with no sight of anyone else, nor any sign that he had turned around, when in fact someone was holding his wrists.