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He waited again … Chen Meng'er hugged her cellphone and urged, "Hurry up."

"What's the rush? Aren't there still a lot of people in front of you?!" As if she had found what she was looking for on a messy table, she said softly, "Found it."

"What did you find?" Chen Meng'er asked curiously.

"Hurry back to interview!" After he finished speaking, he cleanly hung up the phone