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... o petty!"
Song Qingya looked at him as if he were some ridiculous clown putting on a show.
She neither got angry nor argued back. Instead, she sat down, unhurriedly poured a cup of tea, blew on it, and took a light sip before smiling and speaking again. "Aren’t you celebrating a little too soon? What makes you think you can pass the political background check?"
"With your physique? You probably wouldn’t even make it past the first hurdle of the physical exam."
Aft ...
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