Shi Qianxi took a deep breath.
Ideological differences cannot be resolved through debate to reach consensus.
"What about my dad? What did he say?"
"I don't know."
Meng Jiye shook his head, smiling self-deprecatingly.
"How could your dad reveal his thoughts to an outsider like me? He must be discussing with his own people right now."
He paused for a moment, then continued, as if worrying over Jinhai to the point of exhaustion.
"However, Qian Qian, regardless, you should still advise your father to think thrice before acting, not to act with a momentary bravado. Miss Cao's visit was a polite gesture, but if we don't appreciate it, I'm afraid what follows might be an outright confrontation."
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"Museum."
The taxi door opened.
The woman who alighted, adjusting her duckbill cap, called out gently with a smile, "Aunt Lan."
Another woman got out of the taxi with her.
No, that's not right.
To be precise, it should be a girl.
