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"You've got quite some taste!" The two sat across from each other at a luxurious Nordic-style marble table, where the tableware was already set.
"This wasn't my doing, all arranged by my personal assistant. I just moved in with a single suitcase!"
"Forget what I just said!" Wang Cong was already raring to go, "By the way, remember what we talked about last night? If you couldn't deliver the Italian Alba White Truffle and Almas Caviar, you'd have to livestream doing a handstand while pooping tonight!"
Wang Cong seemed to already have the scene in his mind. "Don't worry, I'll definitely help get your video recommended on popular pages and even add a few panda 'hahaha' stickers for you!"
"You might be disappointed!" Fang Jueyu smiled slightly. He pressed a small button on the side of the table, and several chefs pushed in carts from outside the door.
