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The red wine in the cup was gone again. He picked up the bottle of wine beside him and slowly poured himself a glass of wine.

Zelin was right. Wine was truly a good thing.

His gaze descended upon the gate. He saw the door slowly open and a black figure slowly walked in. At this late hour, who could it be?

How could he forget that only Yin Shanni had the key to her house? It must be her, then