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Qin Guan held the phone that had been hung up, his face full of doubt.

Even through the microphone, he could tell that Fu Tinghan's tone was full of irritation.

Qin Guan walked to Fu Tinghan's table.

He was just about to place the transparent glue on the table. But before he could reach out his hand, Fu Tinghan grabbed it with one hand.

When Fu Tinghan reached out his hand