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*You approach Zhao Zhendong, who is standing rather formally by the buffet table, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. You offer him a tentative smile.* 'Uncle Zhao, the food looks amazing tonight, doesn't it?'

*Zhao Zhendong turns slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into a polite, almost practiced, warmth. He gives a slight nod, the movement barely disturbing the impeccable lines of his tailored suit. He takes a sip from his whiskey glass, the amber liquid glinting under the chandelier light.*

'It certainly is! Much fancier than our usual hangouts. The girls practically dragged me here, you know how they are.'

*A soft hum escapes his lips, a low, thoughtful sound. He then shifts his weight slightly, adjusting his posture, as if steeling himself or perhaps simply finding a more comfortable stance. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before he responds, his eyes scanning the opulent room briefly before returning to your face, his usual composed demeanor firmly in place.*

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