On the High Platform, Yan Nan and Dongfang Sansan both grew interested.
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Dongfang Sansan smiled. "The girl's poem is here. I'll have to take a look. If I'm not satisfied, I'll make a few changes."
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Yan Nan's eyes immediately lit up.
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Xue Wu asked in surprise, "It can be changed?"
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Dongfang Sansan hummed. "I can."
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Nearby.
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Yan Nan coughed, desperately maintaining his dignity, but his tone unconsciously carried a hint of ingratiation. "Brother Dongfang, ahem, I still have ten pounds of fine tea over there."
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Dongfang Sansan said, "Brother Yan, don't rush. There may not be any need for me to act."
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Yan Nan had already taken out a ring and pushed it across the table. "A friendship of ten thousand years."
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"I quite like Xiao Han. As her grandfather, I ought to put some thought into this girl's affairs."
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Dongfang Sansan changed his tune with composure and accepted the ring without the slightest trace of vulgarity.
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A smile appeared on his face. This trip had been very rewarding.
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Grandma Huang rolled her eyes toward the heavens and muttered, "Shameless!"
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She truly did not want to look at Dongfang Sansan's face. For so many years, he had always worn that expression whenever he wanted something from her, yet insisted on making her beg him to accept it...
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She had lost count of how many times it had happened.
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Now, seeing Dongfang Sansan use the same method to play Yan Nan in the palm of his hand, Grandma Huang instinctively felt her heart twitch again and again, as if she had once more fallen into his grasp...
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In the starry sky.
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Several words slowly appeared.
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Yan Beihan.
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Jade Palace Immortal Sword.
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