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... aid you dug this thing up?”

At home.

Du Wei looked indescribably at the three people sitting opposite him, his hands resting on the chest.

Ryan, with a smug face, said, “Exactly, I have a knack for digging, Director, don’t worry, I already got to know your tastes, I know what to do.”

Du Wei pointed at his own nose, baffled, “My tastes? What tastes?”

“Hehe, I won’t tell you, just wait for it. I’ll give you a surprise,” Ryan said with great pride, seeing his ...

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