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【Hello?Who are you looking for?】

There was a completely unfamiliar female voice on the other end of the phone. Han Xiaoxi was stunned for a moment and asked with some uncertainty, "Is Han Jiwen at home?"】

【Who is Han Jiwen?Don't know.] There was some impatience on the other end of the phone.

【What about Gao Hui?] Han Xiaoxi asked, her voice tight.

【I don’t know, you typed it wrong.】The phone was hung up with a bang.

Han Xiaoxi couldn’t help but call again and asked for the names of her grandparents. She was scolded as crazy and hung up again.

Han Xiaoxi felt very sad as she listened to the beeping sound on her cell phone.

She was competing with herself, recalling in her mind the few old numbers that her relatives and friends could remember that had been used for more than twenty years.

The landline phone number at my uncle's house is empty.

The aunt’s mobile phone number was accessible, and the other party kindly asked her who she was, saying that she had no brother or niece.

She even called the canteen at her door because the number was easy to remember. It was clearly the voice of the uncle from the shop she remembered, but she said she didn't know Han Jiwen or his family.

Han Xiaoxi continued to beat her until she reached her parents’ workplace...

Finally, when dialing the next number, a mechanical female voice came from the phone: "I'm sorry, your phone has been suspended due to arrears."

Han Xiaoxi angrily smashed her cell phone on the quilt and made a muffled sound.

His shoulders slumped, and a sour feeling filled his nose.

She had to accept the fact that she had really traveled through time.

And it’s a time-traveling without any support.

But before she could adjust her emotions, there was a sudden noise outside.

Immediately afterwards, her ward door was suddenly opened, a figure flashed in and quickly closed the door.

Han Xiaoxi almost screamed.

What's going on?!

The visitor tapped his lips with his index finger and made a "shhh" gesture.

Han Xiaoxi immediately swallowed all the sounds.

Of course, if he didn’t gesture, she would shut up.

I was shocked!

I’m going!

The person who came was actually - Shen Heng!

It’s not a poster, it’s not a screen, it’s the living Shen Heng.

Han Xiaoxi’s brain felt like someone had pressed the pause button, and she even forgot to breathe.

The man locked the door and walked in.

​​A gray sweatshirt, jeans, and a jacket are casually draped on the arms. It is obviously the most ordinary outfit, but it seems to have a soft light filter.

He didn’t stop until he reached the sofa in the corner.

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