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On the way back, Song Xiaoyu was a little unhappy. She holed up in the passenger seat and looked out the window at the scenery on the street. She really could not help but feel happy in her heart.

Song Xiaoyu sighed, upon hearing her sigh, his gaze landed on her body, without much words, he frowned slightly: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm just thinking." Song Xiaoyu replied lazily