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... cisively."
Ning Zitong stared at the check that Yan Xinxin had thrown in, replaying her sharp words in her mind, and clenching her fists in fury.
Her face was dark, her teeth gritted as she glared venomously at Yan Xinxin’s figure by the roadside hailing a taxi.
"Old Wu! Hit her with the car!"
"...Ma’am, what are you saying?"
The old chauffeur, startled, turned to her with a bewildered look.
"I said hit her! Run Yan Xinxin over!"
"..."
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