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Three days later, the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

Zhuang Qintong had just finished bathing and was wearing a bathrobe. She was sitting in front of the dressing table, using expensive cosmetics to maintain her skin.

She had grown up in the Zhuang family and ate the best food and clothes. In this regard, no one had treated her harshly, be it Old Master Zhuang, Old Madam Zang