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... he floor. Just as he was about to stand up and pour Jian Hongmei a glass of water, his phone rang.

Looking at the screen, it was Zhao Secretary, probably with some results. 𝘧𝓇𝘦𝘦𝔀ℯ𝘣𝓃𝓸𝓿ℯ𝘭.𝑐𝓸𝓂

He glanced at his wife and was about to go outside the ward to take the call when Jian Hongmei said, "Just answer it here, I want to know too."

Xiao Wenyao sighed and put the call on speakerphone.

"Mr. Xiao." Zhao Secretary's voice came through the phone.

"H ...

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