him to visit Professor Yu's house for drinks, as Old Yu loved alcohol. Every time, Zhang’s father wouldn’t skimp on the quality of spirits—some premium 80-year-old Maotai or 60-degree Gujian liquor—w...The reception manager, Zhao Lei, entered first, leaning down to whisper something into Li Zhen Dong’s ear with a smile. Receiving his call, Li Zhen Dong spun around and grabbed her chest forcefully. I...