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... fell off the bed. Standing beside the bed, Charles, hands tucked into the pockets of his crisp trousers, looked down from above at Ji Ming Yue as she crawled towards Ji Anning, his demeanor composed.
Dragging her frail body inch by inch closer to Ji Anning, Ji Ming Yue was filled with hatred and resentment.
"Little aunt." Ji Anning was startled by Ji Ming Yue’s reaction; it took her a while to come to her senses. She quickly rushed over and bent down, intending to help Ji Ming Yu ...
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