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The surrounding big shots instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet Mr. Sima’s gaze at all.
Then, Mr. Sima looked at Fang Guodong, who was standing, and questioned, "Guodong, why are you standing? Could it be that you look down on me, Sima?"
Fang Guodong was sweating profusely. How could he dare look down on him? Even if given ten thousand guts, it wouldn’t be possible. He could only smile awkwardly and say, "Mr. Sima, you misunderstand. I’m standing to ...
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