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Forget it, there's a driver.

A walking eight-trigram machine.

The driver stared and pointed outside in horror. "He already has the roses. How can this be considered a small matter?"

Mu Shinian stared speechlessly at the bouquet of roses. Once again, she sighed deeply and said, "Yes, it's a small matter."

The driver shook his head seriously. "This cannot be considered a small matter