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... ged on his office desk.
Just outside his office were the desks of other editors; everyone instinctively clammed up, unsure of what exactly was happening inside.
Was it an editor’s draft that angered Zhang Qifeng?
Surely not?
Zhang Qifeng usually had a good temper, even able to keep his cool when faced with the kind of drafts from interns that could spike one’s blood pressure. Why would he lose his temper like this?
Everyone could only silently lower their ...
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