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... and schedule these days, but he was obviously angry when he said this.

"I haven't announced recently, and David hasn't let me take over any work in the past few weeks."

Speaking of this, Gu Xingxi's anger against Zhou Davy is even more increased. If it wasn't for Zhou Davy, he would not have fallen today.

Xia Xingcheng is surprised for a moment. He can't help getting angry. He can't imagine Gu Xingxi was delayed to look like this.

"What about your usual living exp ...

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