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... it was time to talk about serious matters. Lu Sheng’s excuse for mooching a meal was that he had to discuss with Zhang Chu in detail about the wooden furniture in Yonghe House. Although the real point was mooching a meal, the furniture still needed to be mentioned.

The window frames of Yonghe House were repaired by Zhang Chu and many years had passed, so it was time for a new refurbishment. Back then, a big fire had burned down most of Yonghe House, but due to the special location, all ...

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