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He still didn’t have his driver’s license and needed to sit for the exam. He had just asked Yiyi to register him for it, so she would be taking the wheel for the next few days.

“Boss, where are we headed?” Yiyi asked.

“I want to check out the top property development in Lianling City; I’m considering buying a place,” Zhao Su responded.

While Yiyi was driving, Zhao Su noticed her legs were quite attractive.

Seeing his look, Yiyi discreetly raised her skirt sli ...

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