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... weater could not withstand the wind.
Song Yuanxun had sent him another text, telling him that he was at the junction.
Fang Zhaomu walked into the wind and immediately saw the car that he had taken before by the road side. He drew closer, and smelled a thick stench of burnt rubber.
And Song Yuanxun who had just texted him for help was standing by sternly.
Seeing Fang Zhaomu, Song Yuanxun turned towards him and watched him quietly, pointing at his tires.
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