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The weather was scorching hot, and although the sun had set at seven o'clock, the light was still good; dinner at home had recently been at around this time.

Just as they were serving the dishes, a taxi suddenly stopped at the door, and Zhang Yanping quickly rushed out of the car, "Seventh Uncle, what's there to eat? Give me something quick, I'm so hungry!"

He left Qiaoqiao shouting behind him, "Brother Yanping! Your suitcase!"

As she spoke, she also followed into the house, pushing two suitcases.

Xin Jun, unruffled, paid the cab fare first, then double-checked the luggage before calmly bidding farewell to the driver.

As the driver was leaving, he glanced at the rural mansion and thought to himself that this ten thousand yuan per jin tea business must be lucrative! Look at the mansion - how beautiful it was!

The folks at the Lao Song's family, however, were taken aback.