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... d repeatedly, carefully cradling the nose flask as he headed downstairs.
He didn’t even need to look hard—he immediately spotted an old man in a white undershirt fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan in the teahouse lobby. The man seemed to be speaking with a waiter, looking somewhat irritable.
As Mo Si got closer, he overheard the conversation—it turned out there were no available seats. Even the private rooms in the teahouse had all been taken, leaving the elderly gentleman with ...
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