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Aunt Fu lifted her glass to drink, and for a long time, she didn't utter a single word, her face eerily pallid.
"Aunt Fu, you see, people's affections have limits, just like credit cards have a credit limit. If you overdraw too much, you can't pay it back. It feels great to use it, but once it's all used up, there's no more to use, the credit is overdrawn."
Song Di swayed on the couch, drinking more and more.
Eventually, she was in tears.
In the upstairs study, Lu Hechen was shrouded in silence amidst the swirling smoke.
In the blink of an eye, another day passed.
When Shen Weilan went to see Qiao Jingchen again, he was about to have his stitches removed.
Weilan stayed with her brother for a while, and then Officer Wen came in with Song Di.
Today, Song Di wore a dark-striped suit, carried a briefcase, and had a nonchalant demeanor, with an assistant following behind him.
Seeing Song Di like this, Weilan could hardly believe it.