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The white-haired old man couldn't be bothered to explain any further to Yingxue. "If I tell you to go, go. Don't ask so many questions!"

When had Yingxue ever been yelled at like that? Since childhood, she had always been held in the palm of the hands of others. Now that she was suddenly yelled at, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.

"Wow, Grandpa