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A moment later, Yves King was dressed in casual clothes — a shirt, suit trousers and leather shoes. It was standard early summer urban white-collar attire. He knocked on Dahlia Sanders's car window.
Dahlia Sanders quickly unlocked the door for him and let out a sigh, "Uncle, you scared me just now. Why did you shut off the communication when you were being chased by that policewoman? Are you hurt?"
"Heh, I'm fine." Yves King replied.
"Uncle, it was so exciting and dangerous," Dahlia Sanders flung herself into Yves King's arms, rubbing her face against him, "Dahlia was so scared, so nervous..."
"Hey, don't take advantage of the situation," Yves King lifted her up by her ear, "You can be nervous, but you don't have to fiddle around."
"Hehe, I just thought you were so majestic, uncle. I wanted to see if you were a superhero or something," Dahlia Sanders, hardly looking nervous, responded.
