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Thousands of miles away in Beijing, the man was sitting in front of the French window, looking at the interface on his phone.

The lights in the office were off, and the glow from Beijing's central business district building shone on his face.

He looked at the ongoing call interface on his phone, and his eyes flickered with a dark light.

He picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. The taste of red wine and eucalyptus leaves mixed together and permeated the air.

The girl on the other end of the phone had already fallen asleep, and the sound of steady breathing came from the other end.

Unknowingly, the man's breathing rate gradually became the same as Guo Miao's.

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door.

"Enter," Tong Pei said. He turned off the microphone on his phone but did not hang up.

Tong Huan walked in. He didn't turn on the lights and stopped two meters away.