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"Yes, Master."
As he turned to leave, a defiant gaze fell on Jiang Muwan, filled with a malicious and murderous aura.
Instantly, the room, which had been on the verge of explosion, was replaced by silence, with only the sound of the kettle working in the kitchen audible.
Jiang Muwan leisurely turned around, with no intention of leaving the kitchen, she pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down, leaning against the chair back with her arms crossed, gazing at the old man with a proud posture reminiscent of a fairy looking down upon mortals.
"You've been deliberately not answering calls recently," he stated affirmatively, not as a question.
The old man was absolutely certain this was intentionally done by Jiang Muwan, deliberately hiding, deliberately absent.
"Yes," Jiang Muwan responded with the same certainty, with no hint of concealment.
"Do you understand the principle of fulfilling one's role with the responsibilities it entails?"
