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"Sigrong, listen to me. I'm stuck in a traffic jam. I'm here."

"Zhang Junbao, go explain it to the ghost, I hate you. Driver, drive! "

"Howl …" The limousine screeched, puffing smoke as it charged out of the Malay Dock.

After the bodyguards who were blocking my way saw the car drive away, they coldly glanced at me. One of them threatened, "Brat, if you continue to disturb our young lady