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Qing Ning rejected Zhang Qiang's good intentions and sat quietly in her chair. Her position was just right for her to bask in the sun. The 90 o'clock sun was very warm.

Ten thousand strands of golden silk scattered on the roof opposite and dyed the cold glass with a layer of heat.

Under her feet was a flood of cars and cars. Several cars came and went. Humans were as small as ants