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... icrophone pointed at Ji Mingyue, who was seated at the center, smiling in the face of the reporters’ flashlights.
Ji Chicheng sat to her left, crossing his legs, his hands clasped on his lap, leaning back in his chair, his head slightly tilted.
Languid and casual, calm and composed.
A stark contrast to the slightly nervous Ji Mingyue beside him.
More people were still entering, including media and senior executives with influence in J.C.
"Ming Yue, it’s al ...
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