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... ur family's bodyguard discovering it, my child would have been switched," the woman said, holding her baby tightly as she bowed to Chu Yang.

She had given birth not long ago and seemed to have suffered during childbirth, so her complexion wasn't very good. However, when she looked at her child, her gaze was very gentle. A mother's strength was evident as she had directly slapped those two people until their faces were swollen the night before. Chi Rou hadn't expected that helping someone ...

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