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In the late autumn, the warm sun sprinkled into the coffee shop. Song Jiqing wore a soft white shirt and sat on a gray fabric sofa. Every move was spartan, and the temperament was unexpectedly matched with the coffee shop.
Shen Yuechuan walked over and handed his inspection report to Song Jiqing.
Song Jiqing opened the file bag and raised his chin at the opposite side of his position: "Sit."
"No." Shen Yuechuan said, "I have to pick up."
Song Jiqing helped th ...
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