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nWithout the support from the Song family or even becoming enemies with them, how could Song Zhuolan and her son stand firm in the Ye family?

nAny young talents were only losers after all without support behind them.

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n“You… You…”

nSong Zhuolan clutched her finger with a pale face as she widened her eyes and gazed at Lu Zijia with a surprised look.

nIf she didn’t believe that Lu Zijia was a master at all one minute ago, she was now skeptical.

nAfter all, her finger still had that faint piercing pain up till now. This couldn’t be an illusion.

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nBut how would there be such a coincidence?

nBesides, she thought that the Lu Zijia in front of her had changed, as if this wasn’t the weak and incapable Lu Zijia at all.

n“Mom.”

nYe Nambo went forward to hold his mother and gave her a signal with his eyes, telling her to leave it to him.

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nSong Zhuolan opened her mouth and wanted to remind her son, but she wasn’t willing to admit that Lu Zijia was really capable either.

nWhen she proved that Lu Zijia was really a Taoist Master, wouldn’t she embarrass herself, as she used to tell people that Lu Zijia was weak and incapable in the past?

nYe Nambo didn’t notice his mother’s complicated expression. He turned around and gazed at Lu Zijia, who was sitting on the couch.

n“Zijia, even though I don’t know why you would show up in the Song family or what happened to you, I want to remind you that the Song family isn’t a place you should come to, and these people aren’t people you can fool casually.

n“If you need money, you can tell me. After all… we’re kind of family, aren’t we?”

nYe Nambo looked gentle and his tone also became very soft. He looked at Lu Zijia like he was gazing at someone he loved deeply.

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nShe must say that Ye Nambo was very good at acting, or he wouldn’t have convinced the original host to take the blame for him loyally and willingly.

n“Ye Nambo, do you really think everything will always be under your control?”

nLu Zijia glanced at Ye Nambo coldly and didn’t bother to continue talking to him. She said to Song Zhuohai, “Mr. Song, we should settle the matter first!”

nShe was questioning why Song Zhuolan had to temporarily let go of the matter that she hurt her family. They should deal with things that they had to deal with first.

nSeeing that Lu Zijia didn’t seem like she was willing to talk to him, Ye Nambo’s face darkened.

nHowever, since the members of the Song family were here, he couldn’t do or say anything.

nAfter all, the more he talked, the more he made other people notice something. If the members of the Song family heard something strange, it would be troublesome.

nHearing that, Song Zhuohai certainly wouldn’t object to it. He glanced at Lu Zijia with gratitude.

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n“Song Zhuolan, I’ll give you one more chance. Do you recognize these things?”

nWhen Song Zhuohai was facing Song Zhuolan, his attitude wasn’t that good. He pointed at the things on the coffee table and asked as he stared at Song Zhuolan with an extremely sharp gaze.

nSong Zhuolan was frightened by his gaze and her face turned a bit pale, “Brother, I’m your sister. Don’t you believe me?”

nSong Zhuolan glanced at Lu Zijia and quickly looked away immediately.

nShe wanted to drag Lu Zijia in at first, but thinking of the finger that was still hurting right now, she froze with fear.

nBesides, Lu Zijia’s different eyes always made her feel terrified.

nLu Zijia was truly spooky today!

nBesides, when did Lu Zijia know how to use magic? Why didn’t she get any news about it?

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