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Jiang Xianrou's brows furrowed, not hiding the annoyance on her arrogant face. She frowned and said to her mother, "I'll call her and ask her what's wrong. Why did she call the police?" She took out her phone and said in a rather natural tone, "If she's not injured, I'll tell her to forgive Zhou Wei. She has done enough."

Tang Wanru watched as she called Qiao Nian. She didn't approve of her getting involved, but she didn't stop her either.

Perhaps deep in her heart, her thoughts were similar to her daughter's. Since Qiao Nian wasn't injured, there was no need to blow things up. Besides, calling the police was going too far. It was good to have someone to say it.

On the other side, in a villa in Rao City.

Qiao Nian had just arrived home. After returning, she went to the room on the second floor, changed out of her blood-stained clothes, and took a shower. As the hot water washed over her body, the skin on her back and shoulders was scratched by an artillery shell. Only then did she notice that the skin on the place where she had been ambushed had broken.

Qiao Nian checked her wounds briefly and applied disinfectant and alcohol on them. The alcohol must have hurt a lot when it was applied to the areas where her skin was scratched, but she seemed to be used to it. She raised her eyebrows, and no emotion could be seen in her dark eyes. She calmly disinfected and applied medicine to her wounds. Then, she found a clean set of clothes and put them on. Her hair was still dripping with water as she walked slowly to the bed...

She looked as if she was not injured.

up. Qiao Nian picked it up from the bed in a hurry and looked at the caller ID with

a number

was an unsaved

She hung up.

about to

her phone

picked it up and looked at it

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other party would call again. In order to avoid being annoyed later, Qiao Nian decisively blocked

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number and looked at her phone again. She realized that Liang Bowen had even sent her a message asking her when she

switched her phone to silent mode and threw it back onto the bed. She raised her black hair that was past her eyebrows and strode

Downstairs.

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