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"Chairman, you …"

After a long while, Fang Qingchuan finally responded. Her hands gripped the rim of the bowl tightly, the veins popping from the back of her hand.

"Director Fang, if you don't want to say it, then forget it …"

Lin Ange saw the change in her expression and knew that she had probably poked a hole in her heart. He couldn't bear to see this scene unfold.

"Chairman