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Just when everyone in the interrogation room was filled with shocked sighs.

Inside Yu Zhi's office, Xiao Yi had already drank a mouthful of Yue Yang's Jun Shan Silver Needle. For a moment, the aftertaste was endless. He sighed, "Good tea, bright color, refreshing fragrance, orange yellow soup, and a sweet alcohol taste."

"Drink slowly, drink slowly. This is good tea, good tea