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"If you really want to give me a present, you might as well let my father go. That way, at least I'll be happy."

Qiao Anxia's tone was heavy.

No matter how expensive or luxurious the manor was, it was not as important as her father.

She did not forget for a moment that her father was still in his hands.

Mo Tingyue didn't say anything, causing the air in the room to turn cold