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Out of time, Zhang Ru returned to the Chrysanthemum Courtyard. He jolted to a halt when he saw that Mei-Li and Li Zuocheng still sat at the table. The little b***h still sat with that icy, untouchable perfection, rather than leading Zuocheng out of here by his d**k.
Ru forced himself to step forward with a smile on his face.
Damn the girl! And damn you to hell, Nason! Next time you need help, you can go suck on a thousand-year egg!
Zuocheng handed Mei-Li a slip of paper just as Ru reached the table, then pushed to his feet.
“I too shall return in a moment. You took long enough, Ru, I was half afraid I’d be embarrassing myself in front of the young lady. But we don’t leave one such as her untended,” then he strode off toward the Men’s Room.
“What did he give you?”
She showed him a
