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... to help Fu Jichen pack for his business trip.

She had checked the recent weather conditions in Switzerland on her phone. Besides the necessary business attire, the casual clothes were more suited to the local temperature.

Shen Jianian crouched beside the open suitcase and asked, "How long will you be staying there?"

"Depending on the circumstances." Fu Jichen couldn’t give an exact date for his return, but promised her, "I’ll handle things as quickly as possible and come ...

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