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"I don't know," Wen Zhixia looked at the white plastic bag, reached out to open the tied top, and casually said, "A stupid dog's gift to me."
The old man didn't understand why Wen Zhixia called her friend a stupid dog, but he didn't comment on it.
He knew that Wen Zhixia didn't have many friends here, and this was one of them.
"When you go back, don't mention these two words in front of the old lady," the old man paused, then reminded.
"Got it," Wen Zhixia had an elegant name, but she was not so refined herself, "I know I'm uncivilized and rude..."
As she spoke, she saw the gift in the bag.
It was four recorded CDs.
Each one was beautifully packaged, Wen Zhixia looked at the top one, and on its blue cover, two powerful characters were written—
Gambling on Liquor.
Below it the signature was written in black marker in an artistic font.
As a fan of Yan Lu, she recognized it as Yan Lu's signature.
"What the fu..."