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Before Gu Qingyuan could finish his sentence, Mrs. Lee cursed, "Bullshit! It was clearly that little girl who pushed my daughter. My daughter was almost killed by her. Can't we go ask her last night? If your daughter is too delicate to get out of bed after being frightened, then is my Rong a weed that people trample on? "Uncle, it's better if you don't worry about it!"

Gu Qingyuan