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... s phone ran out of battery.

Although Qin Zhiyou didn’t hear what he was saying, he understood the general idea—it was to not go back to the company yet.

It made sense. He had just glanced at the situation, and the heat was already rising rapidly, almost making it into the top ten. This was even under his command to suppress the data.

After all, not long ago, Yu Sixing casually bought a trending search with the topic “Qin Zhiyou and Xiang Yirou,” and it stayed there for qu ...

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