This place was neither like a bar nor a restaurant. It was very fancy and quiet. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by. Stacy was confused. "What's this place?" " Bar." Ryan pulled her and walked toward the private room at the end of the corridor. Stacy frowned. "It's rare to see such a quiet bar." "This is a private bar, not open to the public, only for some people," Ryan explained, "it's quiet here." "Oh." Soon they arrived at the private room. Ryan opened the door, the warm yellow light was a little dim. It was a big room, behind it was a row of black leather sofas, with a round table in front, on which there were two bottles of red wine and two wine glasses. Stacy looked at Ryan. "Have you arranged it in advance?" Ryan's face froze, and he quickly recovered and said naturally, "I am a VIP guest here. This is a fixed private room, and the wine in it is also stored here by me." Stacy came in and said, "I remember that you
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