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Last night, Zhang Xiaofan had an important matter to handle, after learning about Zhou Zimei's situation at the coffee shop.
He hailed a taxi to send Zhou Zimei back home.
Next to a row of cheap rental houses.
"Zi Mei sister, I still have something to do tonight, I'll come to find you tomorrow, and I'll go to the hospital with you."
"Don't worry, it's not a difficult task for me," Zhang Xiaofan said.
"Mmm."
Zhou Zimei nodded her head.
She had never hoped for someone to come to her aid.
The appearance of Zhang Xiaofan was something she had never envisaged.
Moreover, the way he appeared was so sudden, so special.
From Zhang Xiaofan's every action, Zhou Zimei could feel that he was still the helpful Zhang Xiaofan.
She didn't know how Zhang Xiaofan was going to help her.
But in the end, whether Zhang Xiaofan could help or not, Zhou Zimei wouldn't blame him.
