Being an old ancestor who loves to drink, Zuzi awkwardly covered her lips and coughed twice.
"Well, it's not the alcohol that's harmful, it's the people with no self-control, little mouse."
"I understand, Ancestor. My dad is just one of those people without self-control! Do you think he can be saved?"
Zuzi raised an eyebrow helplessly, "Forget it. Let's go in and take a look."
They walked to the door.
Suddenly stopped in their tracks, seemingly sensing something, lost in thought, "Is there a private room inside?
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll get a VIP room ready!"
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Stock Exchange.
VIP Room No. 1.
The man held a glass of red wine, leisurely leaning back on the sofa.
