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... t that she was raised in the countryside.

Qin Xin has a bad feeling in her heart.

She was raised alongside Elder Lady Qin since she was a child, she knows nothing better then her grandmother’s indecisive temperament.

Qin Xin signaled Shu Xiang with her eyes, and Shu Xiang immediately understood what she meant, and whispered with her nervous expression: “Young lady……”

Shu Xiang took out the smelling salt and placed it under Qin Xin’s nose, and stroked Qin Xin’s back with o ...

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