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Jiang Li did not expect him to have considered this. He didn't know what to say. "Dad, since you're so concerned about Nian Nian, why are you..."

"Many things are not what you think. They're not always black or white." Jiang Zongnan did not want his son to preach to him. He sighed and patted his hand. "Give her this bank card. Don't say that I gave it to you. Just say that you're helping her with the living expenses."

Jiang Li held the bank card. It was hot and heavy.

Jiang Zongnan seemed to know what he was going to say. "I know what you want to tell me, and I know what you want to ask me. I can only tell you one thing. I have no choice!

"It's not that I don't dote on Nian Nian, and it's not that I don't remember your uncle's kindness... but on one side is my wife and daughter, and on the other is my old father, brother, and niece. What would you do if it were you?"

Jiang Li tightened his grip on the bank card. He didn't know what he would do, because he had not thought about any of this.

Light flashed in Jiang Zongnan's eyes as he stood there with his hands behind his back. He looked in the direction of Qiao Nian's ward and smiled bitterly, then said with a hint of self-mockery, "...I'm afraid that as her uncle, I have disappointed her today."

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back was much more hunched than before. "Nian Nian isn't that kind of

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