Xicheng curled his lip, "Psh, you think you really understand me?"
While saying this, the fingers holding the mouse moved gently, continuing to scroll down.
The phone on the desk rang, and he picked it up and brought it to his ear without looking.
"Mr. Xicheng, we've found Miss Ning's phone number."
"Call her immediately..." At this point, Xicheng paused, "Give me the number, I'll call!"
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Television station.
As soon as the receptionist saw Ning Xiaofei, she immediately ran over from behind the reception desk and grabbed her arm, "Madam, where have you been? We've been going crazy looking for you."
Ning Xiaofei sounded a bit defeated, "I'm sorry, I had some things to take care of!"
Seeing her pale face, yet with an unusual flush on her cheeks, looking quite haggard, the receptionist's voice also lowered.
"Are you sick or something? Why do you look so awful?"
"I've got a bit of a headache."