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Shen Qiao bit her lower lip and stopped at the luxury car by the door. She was right. It was Bo Yanzheng. She felt a faint dissatisfaction with him. He had come to a place like this, full of smoke and neon. Men were all the same, and it made her furious. Thinking that, Shen Qiao tried to break free from his embrace, but she clearly felt the arm around her waist tighten slightly