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... > Exiting the car was a young man in a crisp suit, looking to be no more than twenty-three or four years of age.
He was tall and well-built, almost as tall as Feng Biao, and he stood before Chen Cheng like a pine tree, bowing respectfully: “Mr.
Chen.”
Chen Cheng quickly recalled the events of the previous night in his mind, recognizing the young man at once as the driver who had given him a ride home last night.
“Mr.
Jin sent you for me?” Chen Cheng couldn ...
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