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He laid on the steering wheel and rested for a while, but there was no sign of improvement. Instead, his head hurt even more, as if there was a knife crazily stirring inside.

Soong Qingyue knocked on the window and Ye Qingchuan had to use all his strength to open the window. "Why aren't you going home?"

Ye Qingchuan might have felt that it was noisy, so he wanted to open the window