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The boisterous chatter of the guests mingled with the enthusiastic calls of the waiter, "This way, esteemed guests!" The voices grew faint as they moved further away toward the private room at the far end of the third floor.
The purse in Jian Huan's arms felt heavy, and she instinctively tightened her grip, forcing an awkward smile. "Young Master Fu, this... this is too much. We agreed not to accept payment, just to build a good relationship. Look at you, really, how could m ...
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