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"It's already very late, I'll send you back." Ling Xingzhou said in a calm and refined manner.

As he spoke, he pressed the car key in his hand and a Porsche flashed its lights.

Jian Qingyan and Ling Xingzhou got into the car, and turned around to drive onto the road.

"Qingyan, are you going …"

"Let's go back to the company."

Ling Xingzhou was just about to ask where Jian Qingyan was going