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... il 18th.
Monday morning.
Tianyuan Building in downtown Qingyan City.
This day, wearing what she thought was her best clothes, Zhang Jing arrived at the entrance of the building by bus, her hair tied up in a bun, her naturally beautiful face without makeup. It was the office hour, and white-collars dressed in suits and leather shoes were rushing in. Even if they weren’t running late, it wouldn’t look good if their boss or leader saw them dawdling around.
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