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... ng Yao leaned on her office desk, looking at the tightly closed door. Her heart seemed to have been gently stung by a bee; at first, it was just a faint pain, but it slowly started to spread through her internal organs.
She propped her forehead on her palm and turned to look at the Paraiba Tourmaline Gemstone on the desk and the nine hundred and ninety colorful roses, a faint flush of red rising in her eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, she called Zhong Ling in.
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