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The sudden downpour turned into a curtain of rain, blurring all the lights of Pingjiang City into a single swath, as if they were part of an oil painting.
Qi Zeyan gripped his wineglass tightly.
He vaguely remembered that he had indeed joked about Tang Wan’s name.
The expression of his assistant remained unchanged as he set the materials aside, “Boss, shall I step out?”
“Why step out when I haven’t finished speaking?”
“That…” the assistan ...
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