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... ty dish here. It tastes so good…”

“This wine is also good. The 1982 Lafite tastes much better than the ordinary wine…”

“We should say thanks to Su Hui. Without her, we wouldn’t have been able to have such delicious food and good wine…”

Hearing the classmates whispering around him, Zhang Tong couldn’t continue to eat. He put down his chopsticks and looked at Zhao Pu and Jin Haiyang with a bitter expression.

He had wanted to embarrass Qin Haodong and ruin his image in front ...

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