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"Yes, President Qiao."
"I'll handle it right away."
"Mr. President, the matter is not serious. We can deal with it according to your instructions. There's no need for you to rush over."
"Life is of utmost importance. How can you say it's not serious?"
Qiao Chutian scolded, "I'll be right there. No matter the cost, we must rescue the person. Otherwise, you will be held responsible."
"Yes, Mr. President."
The person on the other end of the phone quivered with fear at his words; after hanging up, they hurriedly went to take care of the situation.
Qiao Chutian glanced at Mai Xiaomai, who was still in deep sleep, quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed clothes, left her a note, and then rushed off to B City.
Mai Xiaomai was awakened by a knock on the door.
She opened her bleary eyes, not yet fully rested, and turned to look beside her.
Chutian was gone again.
A part of her heart sunk.
She wished she could wake up every day to see him at her side.
