The more Osmanthus spoke, the more polite she became, and she didn't mention a word about her daughters.

The more she was like this, the more bottomless Guan Dashan became, and she couldn't help but raise her arm, wiped the sweat that flowed to the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and nodded busily.

After saying this, osmanthus...

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