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ld be considered her father, and it was natural for her to ask for help. Thinking about it, after these days, she probably wouldn't mention it again. Then there was no reason for them to have a cold...he thick white towel roughly wrapped her thigh wound and the bleeding subsided, Li Lanqiu seemed to come back to herself. "Wow," she cried out and repeatedly called out Rong Ling's name."I want to go...