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Xie Haoyu descended the stairs, his steps measured and his expression composed. As he reached the lower level, he was met with a forceful presence, none other than the former inhabitant's mother. The woman's voice, tinged with equal parts frustration and concern, filled the air.
"Y-y-you brat! Are you planning on giving me a heart attack?" Her words were a sharp reprimand, an outpouring of maternal worry and exasperation. Her eyes bore into him, seeking answers to questions that lingered heavily in the air.
The scolding continued, accusations flying like arrows, each one hitting its mark. Xie Haoyu listened in silence, his face a canvas of stoic composure. The mention of the incident with the young master of the Xu family stirred something within him, a distant memory that held no emotional weight for him.
