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Especially in an office, Xie Feng's face was gloomy. Listening to the report from the secretary, that strange man still hadn't walked out of Qin Yan's office. His face was as pale as the night before the storm.

Whoosh.

The porcelain cup on Xie Feng's desk fell to the ground. He stood up and angrily asked, "I'll go ask my father what happened."

Xie Feng's father, Xie Rui