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Qiao Nian looked at Guan Yan, who was laughing so hard that her temples were throbbing. She pursed her lips and said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, we can't."
It was quite impolite!
The young man was a little disappointed, but he still persevered. He took a pen and wrote his phone number on the napkin before handing it to Qiao Nian.
"This is my contact number. If it's convenient, you can call me."
Before Qiao Nian could refuse, he smiled and said, "I don't think you're from the independent continent. You're here for vacation, right? I've worked here for a few years. I can be your tour guide and show you around."
Guan Yan whistled and winked at Qiao Nian. "Sun, look at how enthusiastic the handsome boy is. Why don't you accept him?"
Qiao Nian glared at her. The coldness in her eyes deepened, and there was obvious impatience on her beautiful face.
