C1084 Despair

In the room, Wu Demin's face was dark and he sat there motionlessly like a statue. He held the teacup again and again and released it. His knuckles were already pale and he was obviously in a bad mood.

Xu Fuchun stood by the window and looked out without saying anything for a long time.

The two of them did not go to work now, but stayed here, waiting for the final result.

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