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The woman standing before him looked haggard. Bo Xingzhi’s eyes filled with heartache. "Didn’t you sleep at all last night? What were you doing? Writing code or drafting a proposal? Don’t tell me you were writing a script." Ruan Su shook her head. "I carved something." "Carved?" Bo Xingzhi froze. "You can’t mean..." He was thinking about the rough jadeite stone from yesterday