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Qian Ping stood up and tried to persuade him. "Mr. Xie, are you leaving now? It's lunchtime. Why don't you..." Xie Xiuyu picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair and hung it over his arm. Wearing a polite, professional smile, he shook his head. "No. I still have some things to take care of this afternoon. Next time, I'll invite Manager Qian to visit our production line