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The girl's words instantly quieted the room.
Old Master Qin's eyes bulged, his blood pressure soared with fury, and he trembled without managing to utter a word.
The man wearing the Silver Falcon Mask came over in time to support the old master.
Below on the floor, the girl in the pink long dress stood on the table, her gaze stern and defiant, the very picture of a calf not fearing a tiger.
Only...
The vigorous shaking of the hem of her dress betrayed her panic at the moment.
Qin Yihan couldn't help but let out a light chuckle in his heart.
He thought this little fool had finally accomplished something.
In the crowd, Zheng Qingqing sneered sarcastically, unable to hold back her mockery, "I've always heard people say that poor mountains and bad waters raise troublesome people, but I never believed it."
"Now I truly see it for myself."
Finished speaking, she coldly swept a glance at Su Xiaoli, "All this talk, isn't it just to covet the money of Qin Yihan, that cripple?"
