Bree sat alone in his seat, staring at the familiar number on his phone ringing repeatedly, but did not answer.

It was noon, and all the colleagues in the office had gone out for lunch.

The ringing of a cell phone is particularly abrupt in a large, empty office, and it seems to be louder. Like a hammer, it struck down on Buli's empty heart.

In a trance, she knew that Wang Youjie would not be able to contact her at this time, and she would definitely be very interested

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