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"Send them back to the Wei Family, lest something happens on the way, then people will come over here accusing us of harming them."
Tang Zhinian's eyes narrowed, his piercing gaze tinged with disgust as he looked over Sang Zhilan and her daughter several times.
"Hmph," he snorted coldly.
"Fine, that settles it. I'll personally send them back to the Wei Family. Our home certainly doesn't support the people of the Wei Family. Life's hard enough as it is; we can hardly feed ourselves, let alone others."
Having said that, he stood up and didn't even finish his meal, heading straight to bed. He'd deliver them personally first thing in the morning.
"I'm not leaving."
Wei Jiani simply couldn't accept this upon hearing his words. She'd run away from home, and how could she possibly go back now? She wouldn't leave; she absolutely wouldn't go back.
"What are you? You think you're fit to speak to me?"
