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I left in a hurry this morning and didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't expect to encounter such a heavy downpour when I got off work.,Leng Xiyue hung up the phone, unconvinced. Could she have been mistaken Wasn't that car Zhou Tian's,Leng Xiyue didn't even look at the other person, assuming he was a bartender. She grabbed his waist, her voice husky with alcohol, and cried, "I feel sick, take me to take a bath..."。