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"Just a little fuss?" Yueyin's eyes twinkled with a soft, teasing smile. "Your son's little fusses are quite something to behold."

She maintained her elegant demeanor, showing no sign of anger. Instead, Xinjin, holding a glass of red wine, casually remarked, "Shufan is young and reckless, prone to making a fuss. Surely, Miss Shen, you wouldn't hold it against him." She glanced at Yueyin