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Zhang Xiaotian was sweating profusely: "If they leave, you are not allowed to hit me."

"Yes, quickly ?" I said, and pushed again. She then continued to hug Zhang Xiaotian, affectionately patted his shoulders and smiled as she greeted him.

Zhang Xiaotian stretched out his hand and made a gesture to the people behind him. When they saw him, they stopped and returned to the car