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... mobile phone in her hand, and she is rude to the phone: "You let my dad answer the phone."

The secretary is a good secretary and very professional. Even if he is treated with such impoliteness, his face is not too ugly. He only turned his head and handed the phone to a man in a suit: "Liu Zong, is Miss's phone."

The man was still at the dinner table, and it was also a powerful one. When he heard the call from a prostitute, he immediately picked up the mobile phone: "Oh, what happen ...

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