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... e floor were still on.

   This situation has been going on for a week.

   Basically, it stays lit until late every day.

  In the office hall, Boss Chen stretched himself, yawned and got up from the sofa, and went to the water dispenser to make coffee.

  In his previous life, Chen Yi didn't like drinking coffee very much, but after he came here and became the boss, he had to deal with too many things every day, and sometimes he had to drink a cup of coffee to refresh h ...

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