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Zhang Xiaochi was full of worry outside. This rain probably wouldn't let up.,Though his words were spoken with a smile, they were laced with sarcasm and biting remarks.,Fu Ji-chen leaned his arms on the car window, glanced at Yu Qing's bag, then at that man's bag. Finally, his gaze fell on the man's face. He smiled ambiguously, but his eyes held a warning like autumn reckoning.。

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