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mpty, but there was no chair. He wanted to sit, alright, so he might as well go to the back of the conference table and personally fetch a chair over. But could he, the dignified president of Yuedong...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！delight, a faint blood trickle on her forehead, slowly sliding down her face. Lin watched silently, unconsciously clutching Rong Ling's large palm.Rong Lingchong waved his hand outside, and then order...