"I owe you more than I could ever repay. If there's a next life, I'll... I'll be your slave."
"No thanks."
Song Yaoyao snorted and bent down to get into her car.
Huo Jiu shielded the top of her head and closed the door after she got in.
The glass window slid down and Song Yaoyao curled her lips. Her small face was beautiful under the night sky.
She was like a beautiful begonia.
"What are you talking about in the next life? I prefer this life. Be my slave..."
The matters of the next life should be discussed in the next life.
Regardless of whether it was kindness or hatred, she did not like to leave it for the next life.
Song Weiwei was stunned.
The car window slowly closed, and the young girl's soft voice slowly drifted out.
It was clearly so soft, but it only made people associate it with indifference.
"Send her to the hospital."
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