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... lt that Wang Yun posed no threat to him, but logic screamed otherwise. He knew he had to hide, and the sooner, the better.
With this thought, he reached for the prayer beads on his desk, intending to leave his office.
“Mr. Liang, you have a package that requires your signature,” came a voice as the door to his office swung open.
A courier stepped in, holding a black plastic bag.
“Who let you in? Leave it at the reception desk,” Liang Long scolded, furrowing his br ...
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