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The employees of the Zhaoheng were settled down and worked as usual.

Moyanjing waited for a few days, but there was no call from Qianzhaozhao.

He sat on the boss's chair and tapped the table with his slender fingers: "Is there anything wrong with the Zhaoheng?"

"Nope." Ruanwei was also curious. It had been a few days already, if it was an ordinary company