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Yingzhuang was getting out of a man's car.

The man looked to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in a suit and tie, with gold-rimmed eyes on his face.

Sitting in the car, he seemed to be saying something to Ying Zhuang through the window. He saw Ying Zhuang gradually becoming impatient, but he did not dare to show it too clearly