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The subordinate walked over and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll send you back.",This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.,After everything in his stomach was vomited, Chen Hansheng's mind gradually cleared, and Wang Zibao's current image finally began to overlap with his memory.。