Wang Yilin was a little irritable.

The person has already been sent home, and he still has to ask questions, and he doesn't know what it means.

"Mr. Huo, you go home slowly, goodbye." "Do you care about me?"

Wang Yilin felt that there was something in this statement, and she was vigilant as soon as possible, for fear of falling into the trap of men's language: "......

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