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... f. Is he so ugly?

"Boss, Tang Wei, she is unintentional, please spare her this time, she really needs this job." The girl who just stopped to rush to come to plead, it seems that the two are good friends.

“There are a lot of people who need to work.” Ye Hua said faintly, he still didn’t look away.

"Boss, Tang Wei's family is poor, and she is very outstanding. Every time she goes to work in a place, she will be harassed. I introduced her to the company. Boss, please, don't dr ...

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