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Zhu Family's reception room.
Zhu Yulan sat in silence on one side.
Every time she returned to this home, Zhu Yulan seemed to end up arguing bitterly with her family.
Therefore, she had always been reluctant to come back; her visits were only because her second elder sister had persuaded her extensively and because their mother and eldest sister had said that family was still family, and they hoped to get along well as a family.
Perhaps not wanting her mother and eldest sister in heaven to worry about her as well, Zhu Yulan occasionally visited home.
But that was it.
The door to the reception room opened.
Zhu Changlin walked in; today, he was not wearing his customary authoritative bespoke suit but a plain black robe.
With less of the oppressive aura of an important and powerful figure, he had somewhat more of the affability of an ordinary family patriarch.
