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Zhang Xiaomao was shocked. It was actually blood-red in front of his eyes. Could it really be a coincidence?

Xue Hong's expression was solemn as he looked at the back of his car. He waved at the driver in Zhang Xiaomao's car and signaled him to get out of the car.

"Miss, I didn't hit you again. What do you want to say?" The driver said bluntly