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A hurried phone rang, breaking the sweetness in the car. Fu Chijing was close to her, and Tong Qing almost kissed him when she moved a little. She glared at him, her face full of reproach as she signaled for him to let go. "Little demon," the man murmured in a low voice, reluctantly leaning back into the driver’s seat. Tong Qing answered the call. "Nan?" "Qing." Chiang Nan’s voice came through