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"Jiajia, have you forgotten how you used to cling to your sister when you were little?"
Song Xiwen turned her head to look at the back seat, earnestly explaining, "Sister really didn't know about that incident beforehand, if I had known, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to let them do that, Jiajia..."
Song Jiawen lifted her head, her pair of dark, glistening eyes like a deep pool, just staring at Song Xiwen, making it impossible for her to continue.
"Jiajia..."
Song Xiwen struggled to open her mouth, but in the end, she could only utter these two words.
Song Jiawen lowered her eyelids, indifferently said, "It's something from the past, sister doesn't need to bring it up anymore, anyway... it doesn't matter."
Zhou Youming looked at the girl in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and for a moment, he didn't know what else to say.