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On the other side, in the team dormitory of JY.
Li Zimu had just hung up the phone again, her brow deeply furrowed as she stared at the screen for a while before reopening her contacts list, intending to try calling Wen Ningning again.
Zhang Yingru had just ended her call as well, speaking with a grave expression, "Meng Wan is unwilling to help us."
Li Zimu stopped in her tracks, stunned, "How come? When you called her earlier, didn't she sound very hesitant and say she would consider it?"
Zhang Yingru's eyebrows were tightly knit. Just after a day, the once high-spirited agent now looked worried and somber, even her usually crisp shirt was wrinkled, which was unheard of before since Zhang Yingru always cared a lot about her appearance.
But now, during the critical moment of JY's survival, she was too anxious to save the situation to care about appearances anymore.
