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The cold wind sped through the air.

Feeling extremely vexed, Xia Ying could not help but stomp her feet in anger. Gritting her teeth, she glared at the back of the car as it disappeared into the distance.

A black BMW slowly stopped in front of her. Just when she was surprised, a man in a suit stepped down from the car and respectfully nodded to her, "Ms. Xia Ying