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“I’m up for anything, but it’s better if we can find a quieter restaurant, convenient for us to talk.”
“Alright, I’ll make a reservation then.”
At five-thirty in the afternoon, Qiao Yin went to the reserved restaurant with Song Zhu.
Song Zhu had wanted to drive her, but Qiao Yin insisted on driving her own car. This way, it would be convenient for her to go home after the meal, without having to return to the hospital to get her car.
Song Zhu was slightly dis ...
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