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I've blocked so many phone numbers on my phone that I've lost count, and each time they call me with a new number...
Checking the time, it should be Tang's time to drink water. I walked to the office door, knocked, and got no response. When I pushed the door open, I was stunned, Tang was lying there, unconscious.
"Director, director, Lawyer Tang has fainted!"
What? Old Wang inside ran out like a shot. This is Tengda's billboard figure—no matter what... even if Old Song bites the dust, Tang Fangjing can't go down!
One Tang Fangjing is worth more than a hundred Old Songs.
Old Wang entered the office, touched Tang Fangjing's forehead, which was burning hot.
"Quick, quick, call for emergency services!"
Wang Qingqing went to make the call, and at this moment Old Song also came in, his face grave, "How is it? Can he really not hold on anymore?"
