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Leng Xiyue was a little unhappy. She took out her phone and called Zhoutian.,He guzzled down copious amounts of alcohol, crying all the while as he lamented the years of dedication and effort that had amounted to nothing.,The one asking the questions was a bartender, but Leng Xinyue unexpectedly hugged the man beside the bartender.。