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Stealthily touching and taking out his phone, a picture of Chatterbox, all Yan Guimei's good idea, he saw Gong Yunning ready to refuse.

It was late in the night, but it was obvious that the charming, ancient, and mysterious city of Frankfurt still did not stop. Yan Guimei looked at her watch.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Farbusch, Mr. Miles, it's late. We have business to attend to tomorrow