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"Enough, shut your mouth. Isn't the current situation a result of your own doing? Miss An has come to our village and made donations, and she even purchases our peaches at a price ten percent higher than the market rate. Don't harm the village's reputation," the village secretary said impatiently. "If Miss An is offended and stops buying our peaches, will you compensate for the loss?"
Hearing this, the villagers started whispering excitedly among themselves. Yuan Dahai's family also grew peach trees, and he had thought An Lan would treat everyone equally. However, to his dismay, she had excluded them, which was like adding insult to injury for Yuan Dahai.
Human sorrows do not resonate with one another. Seeing the villagers happily buzzing about, Yuan Dahai's heart was filled with hatred, and he was filled with regret for not having treated An Xuan better in the past. Otherwise, couldn't he be living comfortably now?
But it was too late for Yuan Dahai's regrets.
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