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"Mentor, that... I still don't know what our organization is specifically called?" Fang You, lying on the chair and gasping for air, was afraid her mentor would walk away again and hurriedly asked in her mind.
Our organization must have a name that resounds like thunder.
What kind of name could it be?
Wait, why isn't the mentor saying anything? Did I say something wrong?
The underfloor heating was on in the bedroom, making the young girl's pretty face flush red. She was conflicted, wanting to ask but not daring to.
Maybe the mentor has suddenly come across some major issue.
Nothing bad would happen, right?
Wuu wuu wuu—
The girl pulled out her phone, flipping through her social media feed but her heart wasn't in it, full of indecision.
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Meanwhile, in a bedroom in Tai Ping Residential Complex, Fang You fell into deep thought.
