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He slammed down the phone.

Qi Yuanheng punched the table.

He turned his head to look at the man from before, "Xu Jie, have you checked?"

Xu Jie, the man who had made the cellphone just now, was currently typing furiously on the keyboard. He didn't even turn his head around when he heard her words. "I'm checking. I'll be ready in a moment."

Niya looked at him deeply