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... Xingzhou?
Nan Juefeng’s slender fingertips trembled slightly, hovering above the mouse button, and he did not scroll down for a long time.
"President, the tea has cooled. Shall I get you a fresh cup?"
Seeing his unpleasant expression, Shen Yu stepped forward at the right moment, tactfully reminding him.
Only then did Nan Juefeng react, glancing at the tea that still had wisps of steam rising from it.
"No need to change it."
He closed his laptop an ...
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