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"That's because she's stupid," Zhao Qiyan muttered under her breath, curling her lips.
"Qiyan, what did you say?" Old Master Zhao's stern gaze shot towards Zhao Qiyan, "Louder, say it again."
Zhao Qiyan shrank her shoulders and dared not make another sound. She was still afraid of her grandfather.
"Second child!" Old Master Zhao turned towards Zhao Qifeng, "You're a man, yet you can't even control your wife and daughter. What else can you do?"
"Father..." Zhao Yufeng was full of shame, unable to find the right words.
"How did I end up with a son like you?" Old Master Zhao said, unable to help pushing Old Lady Zhao, "You tell me, how did we end up with such a son?"
