Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Uh, folks are overthinking it.

Zhang Shan Ni simply sat next to Xie Jingchen with his help and then pretended to be confused as she looked towards her husband, not saying any superfluous words.

The room fell silent.

Yan Jinchang, anxious to acknowledge his family, stepped forward, "Sister..."

He had barely spoken when Yan Jinhao harshly pulled him back, cutting him off.

Zhang Shan Ni glanced over, her gaze landing on the tear-streaked face of Qi Chunlan, and seeing District Chief Yan Rong constantly clenching his fists, she turned her head towards her husband, feeling her small hand grasped by his fiery one, and thus willingly ignored it.

Zhang Shan Ni did not wish to change her currently stable life, whether it’s Zhang Zhiguo’s family or District Chief Yan Rong’s family, to her, they were not her true family.

Zhang Shan Ni’s expression was too calm, her emotions didn’t fluctuate at all. When looking towards each visitor, her big almond eyes were clear as water—

"Old Xie, could you step aside, let us have a private conversation?" Tao Songjian could no longer sit still upon seeing this situation; staying any longer would make no progress in the matter.