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... peaking, put his hands in his pockets, and walked upstairs slowly. Xiang Yuan knew that even if he chased after him now and asked, the young master wouldn’t bother to answer him with another word.
Recalling his father’s previous reminder, telling him not to offend the Tang father and son directly... he could only hold it in.
He turned around and walked towards the sofa, tugging off his tie irritably.
The bottle of drunk razor clams was empty, the cap left off, emitting a ...
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