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... from Tokyo and Capital City, walked together through the Nagoya night.
"Prime Minister Dubian, may I ask you a question?" Chisako held a beverage in one hand and covered her neckline with the other, the evening breeze a bit cold.
"Secretary Chisako, I’m not cold."
"No, it’s not about that. What does your being cold have to do with me?"
"Huh? You speak to me this way?"
"I’m sorry, Prime Minister!"
Dubian Che snorted arrogantly through his nose.
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