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... oked at Mu Yan, who was only an arm’s length away. He put down his wine cup, his thin crimson lips glistening with a glossy sheen.
Though his words were spoken lightly, they carried a heavy sense of oppression.
Soon, the people who had gathered to toast Zhan Lan gradually returned to their own seats.
Zhan Xuerou and Bai Lu exchanged glances before they, too, returned to their seats.
The aristocratic young masters only dared to whisper to one another after they ret ...
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