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Zhu Jinchuan paused when he poured the tea. He then raised his head and casually glanced at Rong Hee. His thin lips curled up into a cold smile and his expression was full of mockery.

Warm water, accompanied by the fragrance of the tea, emitted a clear sound in circles in the delicate porcelain cup, seemingly drowning the man's shallow laughter.

Zhu Jinchuan clearly didn't say anything