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Ren Wu stepped on the accelerator.

Rolls-Royce pulled over to the side of the road, the evening light streaming in through the windows, gilding the car.

Ren Wu looked at Qin Huainian in the rearview mirror.

He was sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed and his hands open, his eyes closed behind his glasses. He was resting, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knees