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... mily, preparing them for sale, when she saw her father and several of the family elders enter the shop.

"We came to check on the shop and the market's operations," Yun Yunyang replied with a smile.

"Father-in-law, uncles, please, come to the inner courtyard and rest for a bit," Qin Zhan said warmly, immediately instructing the shop attendants to prepare tea and refreshments.

Accompanied by Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan, the group made their way to the inner courtyard and settl ...

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