Song Qingyi hurried to Tang Zhiwei's side. Just as she was about to recount what she had seen tonight, she was suddenly pulled into a forceful embrace.
The man’s scent enveloped her entirely, a blend of faint ambergris and a trace of tobacco that was almost imperceptible.
"Tang Zhiwei?" Song Qingyi struggled instinctively, but his grip only tightened.
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