C526 What Kind of Immortal Love Is This

What kind of immortal love was this?

Wang Jing, who was standing to the side, felt as if she had been fed a mouthful of dog food.

Seeing that the inquiring gaze of Qin Shaotong fell on her face, Wang Jing quickly replied: "Sure, there's a temporary license plate in the shop, but you must go to the vehicle administration office in a few days."

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