Standing outside the Long Mansion, the people who had come to see off the Yan family couple had already been left behind by the car. Yan Junshan turned around and sat down on the sofa chair.
Mrs. Yan said again, "Moreover, the list we got this time also marked which young ladies from prominent upper-class families are vying to become the seventh master Long's fiancée."
Yan Junshan replied, "Send half of the list to the fourth Miss. The other half, send it to NEWS."
Mrs. Yan parted her lips slightly, her eyes showing a hint of concern, but she ultimately chose to follow Yan Junshan's decision.
The afternoon sunlight was bright and radiant. As a gust of wind swept through, the golden and deep red fallen leaves on the ground were lifted, swirling in the air like butterfly wings.
The Yan family's black private sedan merged into the traffic flow, like a drop of water disappearing into the vast ocean.
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