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Song Youman’s fingertips, holding the business card, trembled slightly, and then, as if having understood something, she casually tossed the card into the thick gold chain’s embrace and fiercely stepped on the accelerator, reversing back to the garage in one go.

With an urgent brake, Song Youman’s car stopped just 0.01 millimeters away from the front desk.

Everyone in the garage was startled by Song Youman’s aggressive manner, and before they could regain their ...

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