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Tang Yijue steadied the steering wheel. It was raining non-stop, and his vision was hazy. Even the street lamps didn't seem to be lit up.

Fu Xingchen turned his head to look at him. At this moment, he looked as if he had drawn an elegant picture. His thin lips were pursed, and he wore a white shirt and casual pants. He really did look like he had transcended the mortal world