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... ng left the research institute and took a taxi to Han Zhiyu’s collection gallery.
She went straight to the reception room where Han Zhiyu was seated, waiting for her.
“Mr. Han.”
When Han Zhiyu saw Qiao Jing, his eyes brightened, and he smiled.
“Miss Qiao, you’ve arrived. I’ve already prepared the tea.”
He pushed the tea he had already brewed in front of Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing nodded and sat down across from Han Zhiyu.
“Thank you.”
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