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Qiao Nian took the water from Jiang Zongjin with her uninjured hand and took a sip. Hearing this, she put it down and said calmly, "I've checked."

"It wasn't an accident?" Old Master Jiang's expression darkened. He gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, and his turbid eyes suddenly turned cold. He was unyielding. "Who did it?" Qiao Nian didn't say anything.

She put the mineral water aside and propped up her legs. They were long and straight, and her expression was quite playful. She only said,"... I'll take care of this matter. You don't have to worry about it." She did not say who did it. Instead, Old Master Jiang felt that this person might be related to his family. He felt a headache for a moment. His heart ached as he looked at the girl's exquisite eyebrows. Jiang Zongjin didn't think too much about it. Qiao Nian's accident had given him a fright. At this moment, he only had lingering fear and didn't want to think about anything else. When he heard that Qiao Nian didn't want to talk about it, he quickly comforted the old man. "Dad, it's fine if Nian Nian doesn't want to talk about it. Let's not ask. She's already so old. I believe she'll handle it well."

Old Master Jiang glanced at his silly eldest son. His temples twitched again. He pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

He didn't say anything, but he was determined to check it out in private.

Old Master Jiang and Jiang Zongjin were talking, but a junior like Jiang Li was too embarrassed to interrupt. He waited patiently for them to finish speaking before going over to ask Qiao Nian about her injury. He also asked her to pay attention not to use her right hand for the time being and not to get it wet.

He rambled on quite for quite a bit.

Jiang Zongnan remained silent in the entire treatment

or least

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couldn't help but call out, "Dad, aren't you going to

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and asked after a

hand, her voice rather hoarse. "My right wrist is fractured.

Jiang Zongnan frowned, as if he wanted to say

saw that he wanted to talk to her a few times, but she didn't take the initiative to ask him what he wanted to

hesitating a

up his mind and

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