Rèn Qímǐn stepped out of the car, his eyes sweeping over the scene with disdain. "Is this a birthday banquet for Commander Xu, or a display for his children and grandchildren?"
Regimental Commander Shen quickly grabbed Rèn Qímǐn. "Since we're here, we're here! Let's go in. By the way, where is the gift you prepared?"
"Right there," Rèn Qímǐn replied. "Xiao Zhao is carrying it."
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