Xu An sat at the tea table, looking at Zhao Chenyu across from him, at a loss for words.
As for offering grand strategies and advice, he decided to forget it. After all, it was already November, and the Lunar New Year was just a few months away.
If Xu An were to bring the Spring Festival Gala from his memories to life, he would need at least a good half-year just to prepare.
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