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Qiu Xiejie's muscles were tightened, and he was holding the steering wheel, the windows were open, and the cold wind from outside could not relieve his anxiety.
His eyes were fixed on the front, his lips were white, and the anger at the corners of his eyebrows could startle people. The car stopped for a minute and moved forward, like a snail.
He tapped the horn a few times.
Useless.
Brow frowned, and suddenly struck the steering wheel hard, especially loud. There w ...
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