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In the parking lot of the high-speed rail station, people occasionally passed by, and cars rolled past.
They could have gone home to take their time and enjoy themselves, but instead, they were hiding in this place, nervous and sneaky...
After today, Mu Wanqing felt she would never be able to look at the backseat of a car the same way again.
An hour later, the two of them returned to the driver and passenger seats.
Mu Wanqing's face was flushed, her whole body burning and disheveled, struggling to calm herself.
Wen Zhan, on the other hand, looked refreshed and full of energy.
As he started the car, he checked the time. It was already five o'clock in the evening.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asked cheerfully.
Mu Wanqing was annoyed, "Whatever…"
"How about just heading back to Lingjiang Imperial Mansion? Aunt Zhou has already moved in with the kids, and the cook at home can prepare dinner."