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"Director Yan, it's really unfortunate. The political head is going to be dining here today. Can I trouble you to forgive him?" Han Ling's beautiful eyes moved, she looked at the man behind Dean Yan, a hundred and eighty centimeters tall, not very well-built, with just the width of his shoulders. He was dressed in a tailored casual suit with a playful bow tie, making him look very young