The last day of the exhibition happened to be a weekend, and Blake originally wanted to gather the whole dormitory to celebrate with Mr. 215. However, when he called for a long time, no one answered. He could only vaguely hear Chloe's tragic and weak accusation amid the chaotic noise.
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"What time do we leave?" Harper went upstairs and knocked on the door. "It's already five o'clock."
"Forget it, cancel the plan." Blake was sitting on the carpet with a pile of documents in front of him. "He sounds like he's drinking Lafite with Mr. Wang again. He probably doesn't have time to eat hot pot with us."
"Okay." Harper smiled and sat beside him, flipping through the folder casually, "Why are you still looking at these materials?"
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