C415 Feudal Lord

In a five-star hotel presidential suite in Zhong Hai, Ning Guodong, who just attended a banquet, took off his Milan design suit, poured himself a glass of ice-cold Bordeaux, then sat on the big leather chair next to the window with his legs crossed, sipping a mouthful of red wine. His eyes were somewhat dazed as he gazed out the window at the endless night.

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