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... creen lens hanging above the table is facing Ye Qing's elegant and handsome face, Ye Xian stares at Ye Qing who is modest and smiling, the blue veins on the forehead are bursting, and the eyes are full of burning pressure. Live anger.
Almost as soon as Ye Qing revealed her identity, the intellectual brain on Ye Xian's wrist shook wildly.
There is an influx of communications from all sides.
Ye Xian closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and called the secretary to come in.
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