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... ever touch another drop of alcohol again!" Sang Youming promptly reaffirmed his resolve.
But as he said this, his eyes stayed fixed on the bottle of baijiu sitting on the table, and he couldn’t stop swallowing.
Not being able to drink—this is pure torture!
Sang Ning unpacked dishes from another food box, then retrieved a wine glass from the bottom layer, uncorked the baijiu bottle, poured a full glass, and placed it in front of Sang Youming:
"Dad, didn’t the ances ...
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