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Fang Ze watched as the old Commissioner left, feeling the weight on his shoulders grow heavier.

Seeing the scene of the old and new leaders transitioning, Lan Bing’s eyes also showed a slight fluctuation.

Her normally icy face rarely displayed a melancholic expression.

She softly said to Fang Ze, “I’ll go see him off.

You continue with the transition.”

Saying that, she left the office, taking Qing with her.

After the ...

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