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The following day, Ye Zixiao actually caught a cold. He was sneezing the entire morning and felt horrible. His complexion was visibly bad as he arrived at his company for work.


When his employees saw that there was something wrong with the young prince’s complexion, all of them sensibly avoided him. Ye Zixiao was left alone and fell into a deep sleep in the office for the entire morning. By noontime, he was refreshed.


Speaking of which, the people in the company were on ...

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