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Amy's boss was a man in his forties—tall, slender, and sporting a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

With a dismissive glance at Wang Xiaobo, he showed no consideration for Amy's feelings. "Boys like him are a dime a dozen around here."

Wang Xiaobo's smile stiffened on his face.

Amy, no stranger to such reactions, suggested, "Director Wan