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n“Fang Yueqiu, don’t go too far!

n“Even if another set of date of birth and eight characters of a horoscope belongs to my husband, so what? What does it represent? Besides, I have no idea what this thing is for at all,” Song Zhuolan climbed up in panic and said indignantly.

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nThen, she asked right away, “Also, who’s Master Lu you’re talking about? Did Master Lu say anything to you?

n“I’m your family. How can you trust an outsider rather than me? Isn’t this too much?”

nSong Zhuolan had already started questioning the members of the Song family as soon as she came in and put all her heart and attention on them, so she didn’t notice that there was someone else in the living room.

nThat was why she didn’t know that Master Lu was Lu Zijia, whom she was extremely disgusted by and looked down upon.

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nYe Nambo, who was originally thinking about how to deal with this matter, changed his expression slightly when he heard the surname “Lu.”

nHe immediately seemed to sense something and he looked up abruptly, meeting Lu Zijia’s gaze.

n“Zijia? Why are you here?”

nYe Nambo seemed to be very surprised when he saw Lu Zijia.

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nAfter that, something seemed to come to his mind as he looked at Lu Zijia with an indescribably weird gaze.

nLu Zijia chuckled as the corners of her mouth curled up to a curve of insignificant ridicule. “Why can’t I be here?”

nLu Zijia’s question made Ye Nambo slightly startled, as if he was surprised by her reaction.

nIn the past, wouldn’t Lu Zijia answer his question obediently when he asked?

nWhy…

nPerhaps what Wanyuan told him yesterday about Lu Zijia’s temperament changing drastically all of a sudden was real?

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nHowever, could someone truly change that much abruptly?

nYe Nambo suspected this.

n“Lu Zijia, you shameless woman again? Nothing good happens every time I see you. You’re indeed a troublemaker. You give me bad luck specifically!”

nSong Zhuolan finally noticed Lu Zijia as well.

nShe immediately pointed at Lu Zijia and scolded her, “Troublemaker, let me tell you. It’s useless no matter how much effort you put in and how many shameless means you use.

n“Because even if all the women in the world are dead, I’ll never let my son marry a troublemaker like you. Just give up!

n“I feel disgusted when I see you. The Lu family must have been truly unlucky for eight lifetimes to have a shameless daughter like you!”

nFang Yueqiu embarrassed Song Zhuolan again and again, so she had been holding her anger in her stomach a long time ago. Seeing Lu Zijia right now, Song Zhuolan instantly vented all her anger on her.

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nBeing pointed at and reproached by Song Zhuolan, Lu Zijia wasn’t angry at all but looked at Song Zhuolan with a smile.

n“Thank you for not letting your son marry me. I’m really not interested in a hypocritical scum like him.

n“I don’t know if the Lu family has been unlucky for eight lifetimes or not, but I know that the Song family has truly been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have a traitor like you,” Lu Zijia said so casually, but Ye Nambo and Song Zhuolan both looked sullen.

n“You wicked woman, shut up!” When Song Zhuolan was about to say something, Old Master Song suddenly shouted furiously.

nIn fact, when Song Zhuolan pointed at Lu Zijia and scolded her, Old Master Song and the others had already wanted to stop Song Zhuolan.

nHowever, Lu Zijia stopped them with her gaze, and they could only repress their impulse temporarily.

nThe members of the Song family, who knew Song Zhuolan well, knew that she would only say even more unpleasant things next, so they stopped her immediately.

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