Murong Xijuan spoke with an expression full of envy and admiration. "Although this is my first time meeting the young master, I've heard that he's an exceptionally good person. If anyone truly runs into trouble and asks him for help, as long as he confirms that it's genuine, he'll definitely lend a hand. Of course, the prerequisite is that the trouble has to be real. If anyone dares fabricate lies to deliberately swindle the young master, never mind the Wang Clan elders—even the common people wouldn't stand for it."
That kind-hearted?
Yuling raised her brows, somewhat incredulous.
In times like these, pure and kindhearted little brats were few and far between among aristocratic clans. If this Wang Clan brat truly possessed such a temperament, he really was a rare breed.
As they spoke, Wang Fugui had already led a grand procession of people into the Special Professions Guild.
"Everyone has worked hard." Despite his young age, Wang Fugui walked with one hand behind his back, greeting the guild staff with easy familiarity along the way. He even spoke in an official tone that seemed remarkably convincing. "My father is straightforward by nature, and sometimes his words may not sound very pleasant. I hope all you elder brothers, elder sisters, uncles, and aunties will bear with him. I've prepared a few small gifts on my father's behalf, as a token of appreciation for everyone's hard work."
As he spoke, he waved his little chubby hand.
The attendants immediately sprang into action, pulling out a huge pile of supplies from their Storage Rings. There were candied fruits and dried nuts in all kinds of Glass bottles, coffee, tea, case after case of canned beef, exquisitely packaged shredded Spirit Crocodile meat, and other fine products from the Wang Clan's various consortium divisions.
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