"I do basically agree with this behavior, but," Li Qianxia said with an air of a seasoned official at a major meeting, "this is generosity without considering the actual situation, a generosity that disregards the family's circumstances, which must be condemned."
Yang Qinglan's gaze shifted back to Li Changzhou.
"Don't listen to her nonsense," Li Changzhou laughed, "Where am I generous? I just don't like owing people favors, and of course, I don't like others owing me either."
Yang Qinglan pursed her lips and smiled, not sure whether she believed him or not, and reached out to place the 'poisonous celery' into the small jade cauldron.
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Hotel conference room, a long table, lights dim and bright, the sound of the Mediterranean waves faintly audible.
"These are five of the family's players," Yafeiluna introduced the players she had recruited to Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia.
"Don."
"Gai Nuo."
"Phoebe."
"Renado."
"Cote."
