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As the voice faded, Xu Yuan and Zhou Chen ceased their conversation.
Zhou Chen drank his wine while focused on driving the carriage.
Xu Yuan turned his attention inside the carriage.
Whether that Mr. Qin had targeted him for the reason Xu Yuan suspected, he was unclear, but he did have some clues as to why that cheap adoptive father wanted to target the Sects.
The carriage was luxuriously decorated, with a soft couch as smooth as jade, silk cushions woven of fine satin, and a special tea tray for drinking tea, with the faint scent of tea continuously diffusing inside the carriage.
Where Xu Yuan's gaze landed, a woman with an innate allure was kneeling in front of the tea tray, pouring tea.
Her eyes were downcast, a picture of pitiable beauty.
Xu Yuan slightly lifted his finger to activate the sound isolation formation within the carriage and glanced at her,
"Did you hear what was said just now?"
Su Jinxuan slowly lifted her gaze:
