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This voice sounded as clear and cold as jade, laced with anger.
The speaker was Shen Bijun.
Shen Jiayi knitted her brows and looked at her, "What did you say?"
Shen Bijun fixed her gaze on her, "I said he is my..."
Before she could finish, Shen Yuansong hurriedly interrupted, "She's the goddaughter I've recognized."
Shen Bijun: "..."
Although she didn't want to reveal her identity, it was only because she found it troublesome, never out of fear of the unknown.
But since Shen Yuansong seemed so frightened, she closed her mouth.
Shen Jiayi's brow furrowed, "Goddaughter?"
"That's right," Shen Yuansong said, "Shen Bijun is indeed Qingdai, her guqin can heal my illness. My connections with the Chus run deep, and upon first seeing her, I felt a sense of kinship, so I took her as my goddaughter. Is there a problem with that?"
The old man's expression was stern, his eyes piercing as he stared at Shen Jiayi.
