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... ingdong fantasized for a while about his date with Chu Yi tomorrow, then restarted the car, deftly maneuvered it, and the blue Bugatti Veyron quickly disappeared into the traffic.

Five minutes later, Zhang Jingdong picked up his phone and called Lin Xirui.

It rang four times before Lin Xirui answered: "Hello..."

"Where are you now? Why does it sound noisy over there?"

"I’m setting up a stall next to our school on the pedestrian street."

"A stall? Selling y ...

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