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nSong Zixuan, who got up and greeted them, immediately tripped and almost fell down when he heard what his mother said.

n“Mom, what are you talking about? How would she possibly be my girlfriend?”

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nSong Zixuan turned around and glanced at Lu Zijia, looking a bit weird, “She’s the Young Lady of the Lu family, Lu Zijia.”

nShe would know about the Young Lady of the Lu family because his mother told him about her.

nShe said Lu Zijia didn’t know how to love herself and that she fell in love with her sister’s fiancé, even pestering him in public.

nAnyway, she just didn’t like Lu Zijia.

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nAnd now, her mother teased him by saying Lu Zijia was his girlfriend. She had probably heard of Lu Zijia’s name only and hadn’t met her in person.

nAs expected, when Fang Yueqiu heard Lu Zijia’s name, Fang Yueqiu’s expression immediately froze.

nEven the expressions of Old Master Song and Song Zhuohai had different levels of changes, but they covered them up very well.

nFang Yueqiu couldn’t help sizing Lu Zijia up and couldn’t really believe it in her mind. This pure, gorgeous girl in front of her eyes was surprisingly Lu Zijia whom she had a bad impression of.

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nIn fact, she only knew and remembered the Young Lady of the Lu family, Lu Zijia, because her sister-in-law always talked to her about this girl.

nSong Zhuolan was someone who focused on her husband and her son. So, when they met up, they always talked about their husbands and sons.

nThat was why they naturally talked about Lu Zijia, who “pestered” her son as well.

nIn fact, Song Zhuolan also had something to do with the bad reputation of Lu Zijia in the capital.

n“Haha!”

nFang Yueqiu smiled embarrassedly at Lu Zijia, then dragged her son aside quietly.

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n“Mom, what are you doing?”

nSong Zixuan, who was dragged aside, looked confused.

n“Ah, son, why did you bring her back?” Fang Yueqiu was certainly referring to Lu Zijia.

nLu Zijia and Lu Wanyuan were half-sisters. Even if Lu Zijia wanted revenge, she shouldn’t do it this way.

nLu Zijia knew that her nephew already had a fiancée, but she still pestered him constantly and even said that she was willing to be his mistress. Even if there was a reason for that, her conduct wouldn’t be good.

nAt least, if Lu Zijia was her daughter, she would definitely not allow her daughter to demean herself like this.

nSong Zixuan disagreed, “What’s wrong with that”

nHe hired Lu Zijia to solve the problem for him, not for dating.

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nSeeing that her son didn’t care at all, Fang Yueqiu couldn’t help but slap him on his arm.

n“You slow-witted boy. You should know. I’ve told you about her, haven’t I?

n“Even though outsiders like us don’t know the truth, this kind of person is the hardest to deal with. If you get involved with her, what if she pesters you and doesn’t let you go?!”

nFang Yueqiu couldn’t help but slap his son’s arm again, “I expected you to marry a virtuous wife to enlarge our family!”

nHearing the familiar nagging voice, Song Zixuan couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Mom, you think too much.”

n“Ah, you kid, why are you…”

nWhen Fang Yueqiu saw that her son still disagreed with her, she was totally heartbroken.

n“Mom, I paid to hire her here. She said she saw a problem in our family, so I asked her to help us solve it.”

nBefore Fang Yueqiu continued speaking, Song Zixuan quickly interrupted her.

nIf he let her mother continue, she would definitely keep talking until the generations of her grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great great grandchildren.

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