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"Yurou, don't be angry yet, let's talk things over properly," Qian Xuean said with a tough tone. "Actually, I'm not insisting on it, just asking, just asking."
"Uncle An."
Seeing that the situation was under control, Qian Yurou's tone also softened.
She sat down again and sighed, "It's not that our Wang family doesn't remember your past kindness, but Aunt Liyao, as the Little Saint Master, seems to be infinitely glorious, but how many eyes are secretly watching her? How many can understand the weight she carries on her shoulders?"
"As her family, it's one thing if we can't help, but if we drag her down and create obstacles, that's a bit unreasonable, wouldn't you agree, Uncle An?"
"Yes, yes, Yurou truly lives up to being the direct descendant of our Qian family and the eldest granddaughter-in-law of the Wang family," Qian Xuean awkwardly complimented. "This vision framework is indeed incomparable to a mere businessman like myself."
