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... ult was awakened by the phone.

Bell bell.

It was the secretary Su Yan called.

Dong Xuebin blinked his eyes and put it on his ear. "Hey."

"Dong Shuji, I am Xiaosu." Su Yan said: "Excuse you to rest?"

"It doesn't matter, what time is it?" Dong Xuebin stunned his eyes.

"It's eight o'clock now, are you coming back from the capital? The meeting this morning is..." Su Yan called to ask if the leader can come to work.

Dong Xuebin, um, "I arrived yesterda ...

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