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However, when had Xi An'an started to have contact with Quan Tianqi?
He raised his eyes to glance at her, a flicker of deep meaning flashing through his gaze.
"Mr. Xi, I won't beat around the bush. Let's not mince words, if Xi An'an comes to visit Elder Xi, I don't want anyone blocking her way," Quan Tianqi cut to the chase, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of unarguable authority.
Even through the phone, Xi Yuan could feel the bone-chilling coldness in his tone.
His face darkened, "Mr. Quan, what do you mean by that? I think it's better for us, the Xi Family, to handle our matters ourselves."
The members of the Xi Family listening by the side were confused, and upon hearing Xi Yuan addressing the person on the other end of the phone as "Mr. Quan," they looked at Xi An'an with peculiar expressions.
Mr. Quan?
Could it be that Mr. Quan from Beijing?
