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... > Wen Nianyou thought her silence meant the threat had frightened her. “Have you finally come to your senses? If you don’t want your identity as a servant’s daughter to be exposed, then go ask Sheng Tingyuan for money right now! I want one billion, not a penny less!”

Ye Chuyi was still rubbing her forehead, her response sounding somewhat distracted. “Wen Nianyou, are you a wealthy heiress or a beggar? Why are you asking a servant’s daughter for money? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

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