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... n the sofa.
Qian Qiangyu, on the other hand, got up and went to a nearby liquor cabinet. He took out a bottle of red wine and a glass. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat back down.
“In fact, neither my father nor I knew what that inkstone, you mentioned, really is.”
“But…” At this point, Qian Qiangyu’s eyes showed a hint of fearful expression.
“In truth, if you were to ask my father about it, he probably knows even less than I do.”
The tone of the s ...
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