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... driver's seat.
With his grandfather's temper, how could he take the initiative to invite Qi Mo.
Lan Yan glanced deeply at the rearview mirror, "I think you are itchy, and you call grandpa like that again. If you let grandpa know, you will just wait until you lose your skin."
Qi Mo had already removed her makeup and was sitting in the car wearing a coat.
She laughed softly: "It's not that his skin is itchy, he just drifted away recently."
"Who's gone, I'm not wo ...
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