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"You want to complain?" Luo Xinting scoffed. "Qingcheng, who do you think she can complain to?" A foster daughter who had just entered the house was already being talked about. If she had a brain, she would know she was not welcome. At a time like this, if she did not tuck her tail between her legs, she wanted to complain. Resistance would not make a person's situation better