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My Driver is No. 1 Young Master in the Capital
The afternoon mist was still hanging across the slopes of Bach Thao mountain when Tham Bach Duong knelt in front of his ancestor's shrine, holding a cup of tea with both hands to offer to his master whose hair was as white as clouds. For the past fifteen years, every time there was an important matter, she had knelt in this exact position, on the old woven hemp cushion because many generations of Bach Thao Duong descendants had knelt before entering the world. "Have you looked carefully? The wedding is in three days, I don't want any mistakes." Tham Uy Vien, the previous homeowner of Bach Thao Duong, sat on a rosewood chair...
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