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Blood flowed backward!
Her heart pounded fiercely with fear and trepidation.
Lian Qiao placed the peeled apple into the fruit plate, pushing it towards her, and said with a smile, "Aunt Xuan, come on, eat while you talk. The night is still long."
Aunt Xuan pushed away the fruit plate and picked up the water cup in front of her, gripping it in her hand, yet not drinking. Her expression seemed calm. Only the rippling water in the transparent cup, trembling slightly, betrayed her inner turmoil.
Honestly, Lian Qiao actually admired her composure.
"Sister-in-law, what's going on here? What do you want Aunt Xuan to say? Is there something I don't know about?" Seeing the strange interaction between them, with a somewhat tense expression, Miss Xiaojiu could no longer hold back and called out again, asking.
Lian Qiao handed her a piece of apple with a smile, "No worries, eat an apple, and listen to Aunt Xuan tell us a story."
"A story? What story does Aunt Xuan have to tell?"
