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... g on in front of you?"

Chen Yushu ordered Lin Yi casually.

"Uh ... I'm better off than you, otherwise you have to go first."

Lin Yi smiled bitterly.

Chen Yushu remembered that there was no door next to Lin Yi's back seat, so he had to get out of the car.

Although there were many people watching in front of me, when I saw Chen Yushu as a beautiful girl, many people naturally gave way.

Soon Chen Yushu ran back and said to Chu Mengyao: "Sister Yao Yao, ther ...

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