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"Hehe..." An Ziqian laughed awkwardly, but a trace of injury was unavoidable in her beautiful eyes.

Then she sat next to Mr. An, patted his chest lightly, and said obediently, "Grandpa, calm down!"

Mr. An half-closed his eyes, his chest was shaking violently because of his anger.

"Unbelievable... a group of unbelievable things..." He covered his eyes with his hands and kept mumbling to himself, but there was an unconcealable disappointment on his face.

"Grandpa, what happened today is because we are not good." Ye Jinran bent down apologetically, and took the initiative to admit his mistake, but there was still a touch of alienation in his sincere attitude.

"Oh! Grandpa, you see that they have already apologized, so don't get angry with them anymore." An Ziqian shook Mr. An's arm, her half-coquettish tone still contained a little coquettish anger.

"Cut." Seeing An Ziqian's expression, Yin Cheying pouted with some disdain.

Mr. An naturally didn't let go of the expression on Yin Cheying's face, so he was so angry that he leaned on the crutch in his hand and prepared to give him a good lesson.

But at this time, the three Luo Yunxi, Bei Yechen and Han Yanshuo suddenly came back and walked in front of Mr. An.

"Hello, Grandpa." Luo Yunxi walked up to Mr. An first, said hello politely, and then stood aside.

And Bei Yechen still looked rebellious, and deliberately smiled evilly and teased the old man: "Grandpa, what kind of wind is blowing today? It actually brought you here all the time."

Han Yanshuo first blinked his eyes cutely, and then answered Kitano Chen's question seriously, "It seems to be the southeast wind."