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"If it really doesn't work, perhaps we can consider asking Yali for help."
Qiao Feng said coolly.
Such a sentence, like a needle, pricked Mai Xiaomai, causing a feeling of discomfort in her heart.
Because she could hear the underlying implication in Qiao Feng's words, suggesting that her abilities were not as good as Yali's.
If Qiao Chutian had married Yali, she would have been the real helper.
However, she still understood and sympathized with him.
After all, in this society, between people, without true love, you have to consider benefits.
She was also dissatisfied with her own competence, unable to lend a hand when Qiao Chutian needed it.
"Xiaomai, I've said what I needed to, let Chutian come in."
Qiao Feng said to her.
Mai Xiaomai nodded, walked out, and let Qiao Chutian come in.
Qiao Chutian went in for about half an hour and came out, saying that grandpa had fallen asleep.
