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... an looked at Bo Jingyan’s retreating figure with a heart full of reproach, her mood sinking with frustration as she returned to her office, feeling melancholy for her upcoming unpredictable business trip.

Bo Jingyan will certainly take his assistants along on his business trip, right?

It can’t be just her alone.

As she thought about the probability of others accompanying them, Xia Qingtian’s turbulent heart calmed down slightly, no longer so tangled.

Anyway, she w ...

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