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The room was filled with a faint aroma of sandalwood, the kind that had recently become popular in India. It was very light, but extremely pleasing to the nose.

Zhang Qian sat on the soft, bright red sofa and gently combed the hair on Ba's body. However, his expression was dark and gloomy, and he drooped his head, appearing to be completely lifeless.

He didn't even raise his head when he heard the footsteps getting closer.

"You're here?"

"Right." Xiao Ling gently struggled free from Gong Yan'en, walked a few steps, and asked: "What is the situation? Why did you suddenly get exposed? Is Zhang Lanfeng thinking of a way to deal with you? "

Xiao Ling suddenly asked a lot of questions, and the look of worry on his face was obvious.

At this moment, she was not worried about her own safety, but rather, she was worried about how Zhang Qian would be able to escape that abnormal Zhang Lanfeng's pursuit.