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Lin Mu spoke with an air of pride and self-satisfaction. Bo Leyao and Shen Qiao, however, were in no mood for it. Bo Leyao felt the place was a smoky, chaotic mess, practically a den of ghosts. Although she was a child of the Bo family, her upbringing had been strict. At most, she would stroll through a quiet bar, and she rarely came to a place this wild. Hearing Lin Mu’s excited chatter