Jiang Mingzhu's ears turned red and she lowered her eyes, her lips slightly pursed, with a hint of redness in her eye sockets, her face bearing a look of repressed grievance.,Her voice was very low, speaking softly and getting quieter and quieter, like she might cry at any moment.,When Jiang Mingzhu was holding the weekly meeting, she kept losing her focus and calculating this matter. The two-hour meeting flew by in a blink of an eye.。
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