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How could she have said these things, with his cheeky habit of burying his hot face in his hands, and he laughed unkindly and drove fast.

"Mrs. Gu, do you want me to dig a hole for you?" he asked pleasantly.

"Don't talk to me."

"Mrs. Gu, you don't want to get off the car, right? Alright then, our mom should be disbanding the card game soon."

She looked up at him. "Disgusting."

Disgusting