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He had thought that his words would make the man happy, but unexpectedly...
Yan Nansheng suddenly stood up from the couch. Under the light, his handsome face was tense, his expression complex, and a hint of annoyance could be seen in his eyes. Even his hands were clenched tightly, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging.
Yaoyao was puzzled and a bit scared. She stood up anxiously, "Mr. Yan, did I... say something wrong?"
The next second, Yan Nansheng stepped forward and quickly left the suite.
The door "slammed" shut. Yaoyao stood there for a long time...
Unable to react.
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Hurriedly leaving the bar, Yan Nansheng staggered to the roadside. It took him a while to find his car, after which he opened the door and sat down.
His hands gripped the steering wheel as he sat there for a long time, staring straight ahead, the words "Yaoyao," "nineteen years old," "first time escorting"... repeating over and over in his head.
