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... g to the sounds outside, Song Shiqin knew that Zhang Zijun had walked away. Only then did he put down the documents in his hand and fetched the curious card from beneath a book.
He leaned back lazily in his chair, his long legs propped up on the desk, a casual gesture exuding an aura of commanding presence.
His well-defined fingers toyed with a card, his delicate eyes slightly narrowed, dark shadows swirling in their depths.
This card was strange.
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