The afternoon sun is warm, and the tall floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the lotus magnolia in the white glazed vase on the table, and the snow-white and light purple petals flow in the shimmering light.

A loud sound came from the inner bedroom, and Luo Cunyuan looked up at the inner bedroom of the office from the file, his forehead furrowed.

'Bang, bang......

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