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"No." She did not look at Jing Yu's ashen face, but instead looked at the wine set by the waiter with interest.

Because of the color and the beauty of the wine, she naturally felt that it should be very tasty.

"May I have Miss's surname?" The man who took the initiative to strike up a conversation ignored Jing Yu, turned sideways, and stared straight at Bai Zijing