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If a dog can't change his food, she knew that the eighteen-year-old Xu Jin was no different from the twenty-four-year-old Xu Jin.

"Remember, disaster comes from the mouth." Time is tight, Xu Jin let go and turned to walk towards Zhuangzi.

It was like a tiger's mouth escaped, Fu Rong gasped heavily, and when the disgust and panic calmed down, he shouted in a hurry: "Wait!"

Xu Jin had already walked away, and stopped hearing the sound and did not look back.

Just as Fu Rong was about to speak, Nanny Sun, Lan Xiang suddenly came back at the back door. When she saw a strange man here, she was very anxious and ran to this side. Fu Rong pressed her index finger against her lips, trying to stop them from calling people, but the distance was too far. Nanny Sun, Lan Xiang couldn't see clearly, and she still ran and called the girl.

Fu Rong had no choice but to run to Xu Jin quickly, hoping to attract all his attention to him. "Sir, please don't take the offense just now. However, our master is indeed a good official. I hope you can be aware of it and don't listen to the villain's slander."

"You lord?"

Xu Jin glanced at Madam Sun and said sarcastically: "The tiger father has no dog son, and Miss Fu is smart, which is really a blessing for the Lord."

But I heard the "girl" that Madam Sun said clearly.

Fu Rong blushed and lowered his head to hide his guilt: "Anyway, he is a good official. If he is really capable, he should not be deceived."

Xu Jin said nothing and left.

Fu Rong looked at his back nervously, not sure what this person would evaluate his father after returning to Beijing. She was only eighteen years old in her previous life. I don’t remember what position Xu Jin took at this time, but he was a prince, and he had the chance to meet the saint. Any word can affect his father’s impression in the emperor’s eyes, right?

Should I find an opportunity to remind my father in a vague way?

It's done, and the family will be able to return to Beijing by the end of next year. Only when she arrives in Beijing can she truly start over.

"Is it okay for a girl? Who is that person? How could he be here?"

Lanxiang was jogging fast at the age of age and rushed to Fu Rong and asked breathlessly.

Madam Sun followed closely behind, her face flushed red.
Chapter completed!
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