Song Jiangnan got into a taxi, and when the driver was halfway there, she suddenly received a call from Jiang Mingchuan.

Jiang Mingchuan's voice came from the phone, revealing a hint of ominous premonition in a low voice, "Where is your car?" ”

Song Jiangnan's hand held the phone tighter, "On the way, there are still twenty minutes away." ”

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"Preference for Cold Roses" Chapter 87 Her Past, Sneering is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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