he was already cold, and now he frowned, with a sense of pressure that was hard to get close to.,on the opposite chair, the assistant is sorting out the data, looking up at Chen Xing, busy and lowering his head, the sound of breathing is unconsciously lowered, trying to reduce the sense of existence.,before the evening, Chen Xing sent a message telling her that he had to work overtime and that dinner would be delivered to her. There was no need to wait for him.。
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