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Mrs. Meng separated the crowd and looked at Su Wenxi with a pale face.

One of Su Wenxi's wrist was still in Old Man Qiao's hand, while the other hand was pressing on her stomach. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened to him. There was no reason for him to be flustered just now. Fortunately, Nutmeg and Zi Feng supported them and brought a chair over safely