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"Oh."
"So, don't think you can get anything out of me."
Mai Xiaomai looked at him seriously and said, "I have my professional ethics, and I hope you can understand that."
Having said that, there wasn't much Qiao Chutian could say, so he called Lin Qiaolin, "Uncle Lin, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with this. She has her professional ethics."
"Chutian, she's your wife. As long as you're willing to help me sincerely, you surely can."
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you!"
"Chutian, please help my dad—"
Just then, Lin Na's voice came from the other end of the phone, "This is really important, please, I'm begging you."
"Nana—"
Qiao Chutian felt very uncomfortable when he heard Lin Na say this and developed a feeling of resistance, "This is beyond the scope of what I can help with. If your company is in economic difficulties, I can offer a helping hand. But this involves Mai Xiaomai's professional ethics, and I cannot destroy that for her. I hope you won't bring this up again."