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... > The Sahara is a vast desert, stretching as far as the eye can see. If she were truly thrown there, she wouldn’t be able to hail a cab, let alone find a bird to catch.

Such a blatant threat was indeed in Li Beijue’s usual style!

Chi Enen obediently shut her mouth.

As if she had never spoken.

The car fell into awkward silence; she hugged her cup, taking sips occasionally to ease the awkwardness.

The man opposite her was just the opposite, leisurely stretch ...

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