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"Liting! Son!" Mrs. Choo's voice reached Choo Liting's ears before she even stepped into his office.

Choo Liting rubbed his temples; his mother always gave him a headache.

Chung Lian, observing his boss, felt helpless. If the CEO couldn't handle his own mother, what could he do?

"Liting!" Mrs. Choo pushed open the office door