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Zhan Qipei was still sitting at the desk, the screen of his laptop glowing, with a stack of documents beside him.
Qiao Jing could see the man’s tightly furrowed brows and the deep fatigue on his face.
She thought about how if she hadn’t gotten up in the middle of the night and encountered him, Zhan Qipei would have to get up early to make breakfast the next morning.
Calculating carefully, Zhan Qipei could only sleep for six hours.
Her eyes lowered, just ...
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