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ed one hand on his trouser leg, his finger moving up and down like a piano player feeling out the keys. Lin Meng always felt that he looked like he was scheming when he did this. When his fingers stop...him in this way in public, then people wouldn't believe it.He had come so far, almost to the point where he could obtain the crucial information at the end of the banquet. At such a moment, he couldn'...