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... en Zhou han went out for his morning exercise to pack her things and drive directly to the company.

She habitually turned on the computer and browsed through her email to confirm if there were any urgent emails. Then, she roughly looked through Zhou Han’s schedule for the day and made a few photocopies of the information that Zhou han gave her last night. She was prepared to distribute the information when the heads of the various departments came for a meeting.

After finishing all ...

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