To appease Xu Qiaoqiao, Jian An'an restrained her smile, furrowed her brow, and put on an expression of shared indignation. "How could he treat you like that? That woman is simply too wicked."
Hearing this, Xu Qiaoqiao felt as though she had found a kindred spirit. Forgetting to sulk any longer, she nodded vigorously.
"Right? Fortunately, Brother Mu Ci drove that wicked woman away in the end, otherwise Qiaoqiao would still be bullied by her." As she spoke, Xu Qiaoqiao felt a dull ache flare up in her waist again, and she reached out, intending to pull up her clothes to check the bruised area.
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