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... or, she was called to the CEO’s office by Ping’an.

"Young Madam, please come in. The Young Master has been waiting for you for a while." Ping’an said, still as serious as ever.

Ran Xiangsi nodded, pushed open the door, and walked in.

As soon as she entered, she saw Xing Chen leaning on the soft sofa, flipping through some documents.

He slightly frowned, his eyes half-closed, concealing his thoughts, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking at ...

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