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Song Weiyi stumbled, her entire body retreating sharply. Just as she was about to fall, a man's strong arms steadied her by the lower back, immediately bringing her center of gravity back onto her feet.
"Phew, that was close," Song Weiyi patted her chest, quickly recovering and immediately steadying herself.
"Be more careful," Pei Yibai frowned and reminded in a low voice.
Song Weiyi didn't care about being careful, using Pei Yibai as a pivot point and circling around him.
"How is your uncle so young? He looks about your age, is he not actually younger than you?" Song Weiyi stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded.
At this moment, several versions of the story had already formed in her mind.
The relationships within a wealthy household are complicated, as all the novels she had read depicted.
