At least under He Yuanqiang's pretending to be calm and under repeated pressure, she still behaved on the spot, at least her legs didn't tremble, and she didn't stutter when she spoke.

He Yuan had never found that Lin Che was so good at talking, a high president, an uncle, and the corners of the coaxing president's eyes were blooming.

The president was a middle-aged man in his early 40s, leaning back on the chair with a slightly fat body, and staring at Lin Che with a pair of narrow eyes: "You go to the editorial department." Lin Che originally wanted to go to the editorial department by himself, and He Yuan went to the comprehensive department, but President Gao had already spoken, so he could only .......

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