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The car stopped at an intersection. Fu Weichen glanced at her, "Is the sky so hot now? Your face is so red? "

Song Xiaoyu, "..." Wasn't she blushing because he said that word? She grinded her teeth as she stared at him. Song Xiaoyu felt that his thoughts were too impure the moment he looked at her in complete seriousness and confusion.

Fu Weichen turned around, "Song Xiaoyu, you're so small