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As night falls, the sky becomes a little gloomy. Eleven thirty. Luo Min could finally put down the design draft in his hand, took a long breath, and unconsciously showed a bright smile on his face. "We're done, we can finally hand in the manuscript tomorrow." Luo Min stretched hard, picked up the water glass on the table, and prepared to get up to get the water. At this moment, the computer made a beep sound. Luo Min's body stiffened for a moment, and then he sat back on the chair. "Who sent the email so late?" Luo Min put down the water glass and moved the mouse to skillfully open the receiving column in the mailbox.
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