At the dinner table, Zhao Bin wanted to come up and express his intention, but did not expect to be accused by Quito. Every time he talked about this cooperation, the other side diverted the topic.

"For the first time, I would like to have a cup with Zhao.

"It's very kind of you to thank Mr. Wang for his hospitality."

Zhao Bin raised his glass, drew a stroke towards the other side, and then looked at the next Qurattan, with a cold shimmer on his face.

Wang Keke naturally noticed Zhao Bin's mistake, and she turned to look at the Quito beside her, with curiosity in her eyes.

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