On the way back, Gu Yu looked ahead and drove the car intently.

The quiet drop of a needle in the spacious carriage could be heard, and there was a hint of tension in the air.

Xia Zhi stretched out his hand to turn on the music, and before the prelude was finished, it was turned off by Gu Yu.

She shrunk her neck and took the initiative to speak, "President, I ......"

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