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An hour later, after dinner that cost thirty thousand dollars, Ye Fann brought Huang Xinying out of the Qing Qiu banquet in satisfaction, while Zhang Xuan paid from behind.

Ye Fann and Huang Xinying came to the side of the sports car, looked at each other, and then laughed loudly.

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be so many rules for dinner."

"Yeah