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Long Jingyuan recalled his memories from the past. His voice was filled with sadness. "That was more than twenty years ago. My third son, Long Xuan, met a woman. That woman was selfish and insisted upon my son to marry into her family. What did her demand count for? Her family background was not of any value. I was so angry at the time, I locked Long Xuan up for several days and gave him a good beating. Still, he insisted on being with that woman."

Fang Xinxin remained silent as she listened.