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In the top VIP room of the Chinese Guildhouse.

Lu Tingyun leaned against the leather sofa in his custom-made suit, while his right hand held onto a wine glass as he slowly sipped from it.

He would occasionally take out his phone to take a peek.

Seeing that it was empty, Zhang Xuan raised his head and gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine.

This phone was his personal number