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"Let's not beat around the bush and speak plainly here." Ma Jinjue stopped exchanging pleasantries with Yan Xiaobao and got straight to the point:
"I don't know exactly how you did it, but we both know the truth. Boyao's current predicament is entirely your doing. If you cure Boyao, I can guarantee that the grievances between you two will be written off and forgotten."
"Your son's condition today is not my doing." Yan Xiaobao shook his head. "Heaven may spare those who suffer natural disasters, but self-inflicted mistakes are unforgivable. Your son's fate is sealed—it's the will of heaven and cannot be changed."
Ma Jinjue didn't believe in fate or destiny. He stared coldly at Yan Xiaobao, his words laced with threats. "Do you really want Boyao dead?"
"Why can't you understand simple words?" Yan Xiaobao rolled his eyes at Ma Jinjue. "Didn't I just say? It's not me who wants him dead—heaven does."
