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"Hey, Ya, why did you call me?"

"Are you still outside? Me? Me?" Zhang Ya's voice that carried a tinge of anticipation came out from the phone.

Zhang Ya was waiting at home for the time being, and would occasionally fix her makeup in the afternoon. Seeing her like this, Zhou Rong couldn't help but smile, as if dating just now was indeed like that.

Along the way