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Standing at the entrance of the company, Wen Zhixia's pure and innocent student aura assaulted the nose, attracting the attention of the employees who came and went within the company.

Swallowing her saliva, Wen Zhixia clenched her small fist tightly. Due to the nervousness in her hands, beads of perspiration formed on them. She entered the revolving door of the company.

"Trouble