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Kang Zeyu ignored it and directly pushed me down into the big bed.

His hand tore at my nightgown, and my long hair, which had been lightly tied up, fell like a waterfall over the bed.

That morning, I was ten minutes late to the office because of it.

The man who interviewed me that day was the boss of the company.

When he saw me hurrying over, his face was filled with displeasure