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"A woman rushed over just now and I almost bumped into her." The driver glanced at Long Ming fearfully and said carefully, "Your Majesty, I'll go down and take a look."
Long Ming hummed coldly and lowered his head, focusing on the document in his hand once more.
After the driver got out of the car, he looked at Xiao Ying, who had regained her composure. "Miss, are you alright?"
Xiao Ying shook her head. "It's alright. It was my fault just now. I'm sorry."
The window at the back of the car was open and Long Ming, who had always had sharp hearing, heard a familiar female voice.
He looked out of the window.
Seeing that the person speaking to the driver was the woman he had ordered not to appear in front of him again, the hand holding the document tightened unconsciously.
Why was she here?
How long had it been? Did she treat his words as nothing?
After a while, the driver returned to the car.