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The next day, Qu Zhi took a day off and accompanied Liang Wen to work in the morning.

The little girl was sitting at the entrance on a large bag made of snakeskin. The bag was bulging, and you could see the toothbrush and mug inside from the shadow. It was probably her luggage.

Qu Zhi was amused. What was she thinking? She was really stubborn. How could she be so stupid as to think a twisted melon was sweet? She couldn't twist it off but still insisted to twist it.

That lady obviously recognized Liang Wen's car. When she saw Liang Wen coming, she quickly got up and stuck to the car.

"Brother!" she patted the window on Liang Wen's side. "You're here! Let's have a good chat, don't be anxious."

Liang Wen's face darkened instantly. He realized he couldn't communicate with this girl, and he really couldn't take it anymore.

"Look." Liang Wen winked at Qu Zhi and helplessly sighed.