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Chen Xiaosi drove her car and caught up. Sure enough, the car was not going to Nalan Bingbing's guesthouse.

Nalan Bingbing was in a bad mood as she sat in the front seat, lowering her head gloomily.

Normally, she would sit in the back, but even though she looked a little weak, she had to rely on her own hard work all the way. Thus