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... sitting at a round table. Gu Mohan was on the theme. He wore a hand-made white shirt and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Exposing a strong wheat-colored forearm and a precious watch on his wrist, Ying Ting's body leaned against the seat. He smoked a cigarette between his long fingers in his right hand.
Sitting next to him was Director Wan, several CEOs of the joint venture, and the men talked to him in a smoky manner, looking up and flattering, his eyes nodded lazily, and the ashtray ...
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