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... tea room on the 18th floor of the hotel. When Huang Qi arrived, Su had already brewed tea.
"Dongting Biluochun, Huang Zong, you **** craft."
Su night lightly smiled and pushed his brewed tea to the front of Huang Qi. Huang Qi was just in his early forties, his face was thin and his eyes were sharp. When he heard the late night, Huang Qi directly sat down to the late night. On the opposite side, looking at the green and hidden green tea in the cup, he couldn't help but sigh and smel ...
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