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... ho is so busy sending emails?

So I clicked the email with such a skeptical attitude.

When Vegeta saw the name in the sender's column, he stood up.

This sudden big movement startled Rich next to him. Richie came over and patted his chest, scolding Vegeta.

Then he leaned over to look at Vegett's cell phone, and only then did he know why he was so surprised.

The sender turned out to be Magic Headquarters, and the tone of the email should have been filled in by the ...

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