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Qimu's strength that was neither painful nor itchy was like scratching an itch. The smile on Gu Nanjin's face became more and more sweet as he begged for mercy.

"Good, good, good. Young lady, please speak."

Qimu considered for a moment before asking:

"What are you going to do with them? Don't tell me you don't care, since you made it clear today, it's all for Mu Han's future. Otherwise