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The bottle of porridge was quickly divided.

Ding Hann, who still had half a cup of amber liquid left in his crystal cup, lamented, "A house just drank it up like that."

"If we, Chairman Ye, get what we want, then isn't he willing to take out a few bottles?" Soong Xieyang was not done yet. He finished the wine in his cup in one gulp and smacked his lips