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But before that, she intended to use the clout of her Younger Uncle to teach Yan Shuirou a lesson, ensuring all her Younger Uncle's efforts were not in vain.
New grudges and old hatreds surged in her heart. Yan Xiaye's lips curled, aiming precisely at Yan Shuirou's most painful weaknesses, "I am willing to let bygones be bygones regarding the matter on Weibo, and I can even plead with the Younger Uncle on your behalf..."
As she spoke, she deliberately drew out her tone, watching Yan Shuirou's confident and smug expression with amusement.
After all, they were sisters who had lived together for so many years; Yan Xiaye could occasionally guess what Yan Shuirou was thinking—one or two parts of it.
Nothing more than believing that, no matter how much she hated and raged, she needed to maintain a facade of magnanimity and gentleness in front of the Younger Uncle, just like Yan Shuirou's act in front of Li Beicheng.
