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... Chicago’s weather was abysmal, with lightning striking askew across the Willis Building’s lightning rod, blinding white flashes exploding in the sky.
Zhou Luchen leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, slowly turning the mobile phone in his hand, emotionless.
Zhuang Ming glanced at the man’s clean, slender fingers. "You’re not in New York. They thought something had happened to you and made quite a commotion, but you..."
Heavy rain poured outside the glass behind hi ...
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