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"Bro!" In some teahouse, two big drunken men were peeling snacks like pistachios, sipping tea to sober up. Yves King was rarely given half a day off by Faye Owen, to spend time with his old comrade and good buddy who had come to visit.
Since they still had drinks in the evening, and Faye Owen had appointments in the afternoon, they had to split up after two bottles of spirits. Yves King was then to sober up with some tea.
"Hm?"
"Your wife is really good." John Leo said with a solemn face, "She's gentle, virtuous, and capable. Plus, she really cares about your face in public. Dude, you must've had some incredible luck."
"Heh, it must be destiny." Yves King laughed. "I also didn't expect that I'd be in the grave so soon."
