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In the office of Xuan Feng's company's assistant.

"Die!" Die! "Die!"

Fang Hong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. One phone after another was bombarded. She felt as if a mobile phone was installed in her head, ringing at any moment.

"Xiao Hong, why don't we give little Momo's private number a call?" Su Zi Rui said from the side.

Fang Hong raised the phone in her hand