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What?!
Upon hearing Lin Bei's words, the direct descendants of the Zhang Family flew into a rage.
Especially Zhang Jinhui, who pointed at Lin Bei and started cursing, "What rubbish are you spouting here? Are you Zhang Yixin? By what right do you represent her?"
Lin Bei wasn't annoyed; he still spoke in a measured tone, "You don't have to kneel, but then you'll have to have Zhang Guohua personally invite Yixin otherwise, she won't help."
Zhang Yixin quietly tugged at Lin Bei's clothes, wanting him not to be so confrontational; after all, they were family, and there was no need to burn bridges.
However, Lin Bei didn't see it that way; he insisted, "Yixin, you are just too kind. Now they need your help, so they need to have the attitude of someone asking for help."
"But..."
