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Xia Ying sat on a flowerbed by the side of the road and used one hand to rub her sore calves. She took off her high heels and put them aside. With her other hand, she opened her purse, took out her cell phone, and flipped through the messages.

Wen Jie, who was driving, suddenly opened his mouth, "Director Yang, it's Madam."

Yang Xichen followed Wen Jie's line of sight to the car window