"Shen Yanyu."
Asher Yan nodded lightly, with just the right aloofness and alienation: "Mr. Si."
"Leave the racecourse, ten million."
Yan An comforted the horse, not showing any anger at being humiliated, and even asked knowingly: "Mr. Si, are you in a bad mood?"
"Leave the racecourse, twenty million."
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