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... ff work?" The man smiled, revealing a set of yellow teeth that was quite an eyesore, immediately decreasing Wen He’s impression of him by thirty percent.
Wen He averted her gaze and nodded slightly.
"Where does Miss Wen work?" he asked again.
Wen He: "Orchestra."
A trace of surprise flashed in the man’s eyes: "Music? What does Miss Wen play?"
Wen He forced a smile: "Flute."
The man nodded with interest, pondering for a moment before suddenly asking ...
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