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... is car around. It seemed he had a racing dream when he was young.
Qiao Ying stepped on the cold moonlight, shuttling through this dilapidated residential area. The smell of osmanthus drifted faintly from the distant courtyard, lingering at the tip of her nose and lingering for a long time.
Qiao Ying appeared at the door of the Qiao family, raised her hand ready to push the door, and the faint breathing sounds from the dark corner made her stop her movements.
Qiao Ying gla ...
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