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Outside the window, a torrential downpour beat against the glass, sounding like countless hands knocking. Lu Wangshu nonchalantly grabbed his phone from beside his pillow and noticed several messages from Lin Xiangyi and Qiao Liang.

It was the weekend, so Lin Xiangyi hadn't come to wake Wangshu. The office was deserted, eerily quiet. Wangshu, with his bedhead, trudged downstairs