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Wen Qiao tapped her head: "Understood, understood. How many times do I have to say it",The name Fu Nanli, it sounds a bit familiar. A flash of white suddenly crossed my mind, and I remembered it. It seemed like I had seen this name in the news last life. Two days before filling out their college application list, Fu Jia's only heir, Fu Nanli, died in a car accident on his way to the airport.,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。