"Assistant Cai, help me find out who was in charge of Yao Xinxin last night, and bring it up by the way."

When Shengling Yao left, Cai Jianming came to the phone and made a phone call.

Soon there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

There is no temperature in the voice, which converges to the usual Hippie smiling face. At the moment, the face is expressionless.

The door was pushed open and a middle-aged man in a white coat came in.

"Close the door."

The language is simple and frightening. It's plain that it's a common tone, but it makes people sweat hard.

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