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"You just gave Qin Xi'er that wooden carving?"

During the meal, Shen Xingmian remembered what she had seen in the study earlier and asked a question.

Nanzhi took a mouthful of rice, nodded, swallowed the food, and then asked:

"What's wrong?"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Shen Xingmian's face, then she said, "Nothing?"

This is an antique, but as long as Zhizhi is happy.

"Shen Xingmian, do you know anything about that distant relative of the Shen family?"

After realizing that asking Lin Youyou yielded no results, Nanzhi felt that Shen Xingmian was the more reliable option.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xingmian gave her a half-smile, half-asleep look. "So you want to know?"

Nanzhi nodded, "I want to."

Shen Xingmian leaned back. "Cough cough, my mouth is a little dry."

Nanzhi understood, stood up, reached for the bowl, and ladled him a bowl of soup.

She handed it to Shen Xingmian with a bright smile, "Please do me the honor of having some soup, Mr. Shen."

Shen Xingmian: "......"

"Miss, don't you think that's cheesy?"

Even the Meow Meow Machine couldn't help but feel disgusted. Nan Zhi secretly rolled her eyes. At this moment, her thirst for knowledge surpassed everything else.

"Your integrity has truly vanished."

Meow Meow Machine's Rant.

Shen Xingmian lowered her head and slowly drank her soup, while Nan Zhi rested her chin on her hand, leaning against the table and watching Shen Xingmian.

This aristocratic air is truly pleasing to the eye; just looking at it brings a sense of comfort and well-being.

"I'm tired after a long day of work."

Shen Xingmian noticed Nan Zhi's gaze, suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up, and frowned as she spoke.

Nan Zhi immediately stood up, walked around the dining table, and went behind Shen Xingmian. "Let me give you a back massage."