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... Jianglan knows that this person is a person in charge of the company that the company has approached and looks smart and capable.

Calling at this time may be a matter of discussing the plan.

"Hello……"

Before Bai Jianglan questioned, he heard the call on the phone for help, one after another ...

"help me……"

"Where are you?"

Bai Jianglan thought that this could not be a prank, and frowned.

"Greenwood Road ... in front of Kelman Coffee ..."

Th ...

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