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"Damn, it came straight out from under the bed!"
Yan Junze dared not even breathe heavily as he stared blankly at the quilt bulging into a curved human shape.
From within the quilt, Resentful Granny's voice came out intermittently, just like when that comb had pierced her heart, constantly venting the pain of her body and the bitterness of her heart.
Fortunately, her entire form was still covered by the quilt, and she hadn't flipped it open.
Yan Junze slowly turned and pulled open the first drawer on the left side of his desk, being extremely cautious as he did so.
He slowed his breathing, one hand pulling the drawer while the other applied strength, trying to lift the drawer slightly to avoid making noise as it came out.
It went smoothly, and the drawer was pulled out without making any sound.
Inside were several yellowed wall calendars, probably from four or five years ago, some of the pages already worn out.
