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"Don't talk about him, I really can't get away from him recently."

"Hmph, he suffered a loss because he had a good wife like you." Mother Yan snorted coldly at Yan Chen.

After a while, a familiar figure suddenly walked in from outside. An Xi was holding a gift in her hand, her gaze sweeping over the tightly held hands of Mother Yan and Mu Xiyan.

Mother Yan didn't let go of Mu Xiyan's hand, but the smile in her eyes didn't waver as she said, "Yo, Qian Qian also came. What a coincidence today."

"Auntie, look, what did I bring you?"

As she said this, she waved the gift in front of her mother. It was a box of top-quality tea leaves.

Mother Yan smiled. "I don't like tea. Your Uncle Yan likes it."

As she spoke, she picked up the gift that Mu Xiyan had brought, "Xiyan bought me this bracelet, do you want to see it?"

"It looks good."