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... > “Mr. Ran, please excuse me, I have to take this call.” Gu Qingshan stepped aside with his cellphone.
Ran Tengxiao poured himself a cup of tea, sipping it lightly while looking out at the rain.
The teahouse had a nice view, quiet and elegant, with an old-world charm. It was easy to relax here.
Despite the swirling tea mist and gentle tea fragrance, a faint strange aroma that would typically soothe the mind was somehow making him feel irritable.
The porcelain cup ...
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