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"There's a thief in my house, I don't dare go back now …" The girl's voice carried a trace of grievance, "If not for Uncle Riddle, I would be sleeping on the streets!"

"I know," How could Qiao Zhe not know what had happened? A cold glint flashed past his eyes, and his voice became gentler: "You did well."

Compared to other meaningless things, her safety was the most important