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Si Yi had not even looked at Yang Weiting with a proper glance but was speaking consistently about trash. It meant no one but Yang Weiting nearly spat blood from how infuriated she was. Yun Jian had called her trash earlier and even Si Yi who had just come now addressed her the same!

Yang Weiting shook in anger. Her husband was the manager of a plastic processing factory in Longmen City. For what it was worth, she was currently a member of high society. Yun Jian and Si Yi on the other hand? Both of them saw her as scum in unison!

It was already commendable of Yang Weiting that she did not vomit blood from the rage.

"Mn." Yun Jian looked up slightly at Si Yi's flawless chin and nodded.

Qin Yirou who was standing at the side was extremely comforted. If she had perhaps felt that Si Yi was a pitiful child without parental love from the beginning, she truly saw Si Yi as family and future son-in-law now just for how he was defending Yun Jian.