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... movements, which is unavoidable. Looking sideways.

When they were seated, Chang Wenwu's eyes were also curious.

Li Shuo said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I went to the hospital, I'm late."

"It doesn't matter." Chang Wenwu's eyes fell on Zhao Jinxin. "What is this?"

"Oh, he is the executive president of Ennan Group's Beijing branch, Zhao Jinxin, Jin Xin, this is President Chang."

"Hello President Chang, I'm his boyfriend." Zhao Jinxin held out his hand with a sm ...

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