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The sound of the file bag being slammed onto the table made Shang Anran stop his conversation and look up at him.

Hee Yanchen looked at the folder under his hand with a deadpan expression. His voice was so low and cold that it almost made her fall into hell.

"A child that isn't even three years old yet you can still do it? Do you feel satisfied after that slap?" lazy

Shang Anran's body froze