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Inside the Qiao family's study, Hei Siyan and Faan Zhengxun were sitting facing each other. Between the two of them was a rosewood desk.

"Zhengxun, I need you to explain what happened at the charity ball last night!" Hei Siyan was the first to speak, throwing out a bomb.

Faan Zhengxun was neither anxious nor impatient, his expression was calm.

He nodded and explained in a euphemistic manner