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"I'm talking nonsense?" An Zhici's expression was furious. "Grandpa An, I can understand your partiality toward me, but isn't Dad your son? Isn't Mom Grandpa Lu's daughter? Can't you consider their situation?"

"Now they're in an uncertain life-or-death situation, and you're not worried about them?"

"Dad and Mom have always emphasized harmony brings prosperity. They wouldn't willingly make enemies, and the fact that the other side specifically mentioned her, isn't this the disaster she brought upon us?"

An Zhici's words left Old Master An speechless. This situation indeed resulted from Nan Yan.

He favored Nan Yan, but he couldn't simply ignore the well-being of his son and daughter.

"Yanyan, your big brother was just anxious, and his words were out of line. Don't take it to heart." An Xiran nervously looked at Nan Yan, fearing that she would be upset by An Zhici's words.