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... nge was an onslaught of attack after attack. Wei Qinghe’s expression warped with rage. His eyes widened considerably, his hands clenched into fists on the armrests of his chair, veins popping.
He was trying to hold it together.
Tang Youmin looked at Wei Qinghe’s state with unabated amusement.
"What about me?"
"Isn’t what I said right? You think just because you’re in VG and the entertainment circle, you can make a name for yourself? How is that possible, do you ha ...
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