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The next day.
The pink sunlight, like a thin mist, passed through the thin window and splashed into the room.
Ye Xuan got up early, went for a run, took a shower, got dressed, and after eating, he rode his bicycle out.
As soon as he stepped out, not far along the way, he ran into Tang Xiaorou, who was driving out in her Ferrari.
"Tang Xuan, you're so wealthy, wouldn't you buy a car?"
Tang Xiaorou opened the automatic car window, gave Ye Xuan a faint smile, and asked.
"Ha! This bicycle of mine is one of a kind. It cost more than thirty million."
Ye Xuan sneered, arguing back with Tang Xiaorou.
"When you speak, Tang Xuan, it's like an old sow wearing a bra, one trick after another. Your thirty million, I'm afraid, adds six or seven zeros behind the three!"
Tang Xiaorou stared at Ye Xuan and then said: "Where are you heading? Do you want me to give you a lift?"
