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Unknowingly, the elevator stopped. Han Wenkang pushed Han Wenyue towards the office. When he pushed open the door, he saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of a desk, writing something down.

It was his uncle, Hua Guohua. Compared to when he left, he was thinner and his temples had been dyed white.

Han Wenyue suddenly felt a hot and sour feeling in her chest