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Unknowingly, He Qiong returned to the office again.,For some reason, He Qiong thought of Li Chunmei complaining about how much a young girl ate.,The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.。