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Hearing that, the burning hot fire in Cheng Xiong's heart roared even fiercer. Ordinarily, he indeed taught his daughter that way. As the vice-chairman of the Armament Guild, having some privileges was naturally only a matter of course, but those are to be spoken of privately. Certainly, it's not for her to declare such a thing noisily in front of so many people!

"You!" Cheng Xiong seemed as if he was genuinely angry. He pointed to the personal guard by his side and said. "Go quiet the young lady, and have her leave the house less in the future. If she speaks another word, then have her go to the ancestral hall behind the mountain!"

It's not known whether the personal guard's words were finally relayed, but over where Cheng Cheng was, it at last became totally quiet.

Cheng Xiong breathed a long, long sigh of relief, and turned his head to face Uncle Zhang as he said. "This daughter of mine really is too outspoken, Uncle Zhang absolutely must not take it seriously."