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In the bar.

Teng Yiyang tugged on his tie and pushed open the door.

Inside, Feng Qingyi was wailing like a ghost. The moment he saw him, he immediately stopped shouting like a ghost. He clapped his hands towards the crowd and gloated, "Yiyang is here, let's think about how we should punish him."

"Those who are late get three drinks." A companion echoed