Xu Hongbo appeared to be praising Shenfeng, but in reality, he was already harboring ulterior motives. "Oh, is that so? What are you holding in your hand? Could you let me take a look?"
Everyone present couldn't help but mutter to themselves: his intentions are not about the wine; the fox's tail is about to show.
Xu Hongbo had been staring at the Golden Toad for a long time, and he was certain that it must be made of pure gold.
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