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I didn’t move, I didn’t have to. Zhou Chenghai would handle it like he always did.
The doorbell rang again, and I heard his footsteps moving down the hall toward the front entrance. I kept my eyes on the TV, watching someone fold dough into precise layers for a dessert.
I heard the door open and Chenghai’s voice, polite but firm replying to something. I knew that tone well, the way he always sounded when he was dealing with someone he didn’t trust. "Mr. Jian. Mr. Xu is in ...
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