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... "Leonard has been looking for a famous painting to present to someone recently. I suspect the person he's giving it to has an extraordinary relationship with Nie Qingru."

Slim Waist Control was on his computer. His cell phone was not with him.

Qiao Nian quickly saw his reply.

[Slim Waist Control: Why are you investigating this? Boss, don't tell me that you plan to fight the Empress head-on.]

Guan Yan also replied.

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