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In the evening.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, she suddenly stopped because she saw that familiar face, which was carrying a box of Golden Horn Pills, walking over with a smile.

"The taste isn't bad. Do you want a serving?"

Looking at Zhang Yang's smiling face, Ouyang Qingcheng looked at the Golden Horn Pills in his hands. Her small mouth moved, and before she even said anything