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... was well past mealtime, so the restaurant was almost empty.
As they entered through the front door, the owner looked up with a smile, about to ask “What would you like to eat?” but got interrupted by an indifferent glance from someone. The owner even took out a piece of paper and meticulously wiped down the table and chairs where the two settled.
Then he handed them the menu.
Jiang Fulai was different from Jiang He; he truly didn’t care about where or what he ate—as some ...
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