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... Wen Nian walked over to open it. Qu Yu entered, and the door was closed again.
Wen Nian sat down on the leather chair where Song Lili had just been sitting.
His hands were crossed, gripping each other as he looked at Qu Yu with a face full of curiosity, obviously, about to burst with questions.
"It’s her."
Wen Nian didn’t intend to keep Qu Yu in suspense.
"Sure enough... But how did Madame get in? The security at the President Mansion is so tight, how coul ...
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