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"?" Zheng Lingxi gasped, his pupils contracting slightly, "What do you mean?"

Ji Qin raised her finger and pointed to the car window behind her.

Zheng Lingxi frowned and looked over, just in time to see Duan Qifeng riding on a fine horse and following them.

"Miss Lingxi is a smart person, I think I understand your words. Let's not speak in secret