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Tang Soong said coldly, "Forget it. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

The man didn't know what he meant. He hung up the phone after they hung up.

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Tang Soong hung up the phone and looked at the man in the backseat.

Bo Qian sat in the backseat. The window opened, and a cold wind blew in. His hair was messed up by the wind