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... e him again for the rest of the day until eight in the evening.
In the office, the brand-new ceiling fan worked hard, yet it could not reduce the heat even a little bit.
Sitting on the chair, Bi Fang scanned the police officers in the police station.
Those reading newspapers continued to do so, those drinking tea sipped their tea, and those chatting engaged in their conversations, completely forgetting about him, the "spy".
Helplessly, Bi Fang had to pull aside a ...
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