At this moment, Duanmu Xiaoman's white clothes fluttered and billowed, making her look like a startled swan dancing.
Old Ai collapsed beside Huang Ping, completely done for. Wang Yanqiu used her eyes to silently ask me what we should do.
"Sigh, fine. I'll keep investigating. Just comfort your sister during this time," Gu Zhiqiu sighed, saying nothing more. After offering me a word of comfort, she hung up the phone—which was quite unexpected.
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