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"Nope." Seeing that Hai Ziyu was still depressed, he sighed and reached out to touch her head.

Si Wenbing's hand was intercepted in midair and he said lightly, "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

There was a trace of surprise in Yan Mingyao's eyes. He retracted his hand, nodded, and got on the car to leave.

"Miss, I'll send you back." Si Wenbing turned around and helped her open the door