Saturday evening.

Ai Zhongguo, as usual, sat at the table and rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes forcefully, allowing his sour eyes to be relieved a little, and then slowly opened them.

There was a computer on the table that was a bit old, and a table full of paper and pens that were a little messy.

He didn't have Ai Qing's kind of year...

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