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Checking Feng Shui, my ass.
"You must be joking,"
He gave an embarrassed chuckle, completely at a loss for words.
What else could he say?
Should he follow up with President Tang on how to discuss Feng Shui Metaphysics?
Stop kidding around.
How could anyone believe in such things?
What era is it now that people still engage in these feudal superstitions?
If it wasn't for the excessive pampering of his child, playing house with this little girl, it would mean this capitalist's brain is sick.
Although he thought this way in his heart, after all, it was a private hospital, and facing such an investor and big boss, even if he had many dissatisfactions and usually was quite proud and arrogant, he still did not speak out.
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Tang Jin had already made a round of the surroundings.
The office was quite calm.
There was nothing unusual.
So the only clue present was this deputy director?
Little Milk Jin walked back, still pondering.
