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... hands crossed on his desk and his brow slightly furrowed.
“Cheng Zong, when can the meeting begin?” carefully asked the senior executive assistant, Zhao BaiXin, as he put the brewed coffee on the desk.
From the moment he had entered the elevator lobby until now, he had felt that there was something wrong with Cheng Zong. He called the special elevator and didn’t ride, actually squeezing in the staff elevator with the little delivery guy. When he entered the office, he didn’t go t ...
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