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... onate to those truly in need, but she wouldn’t satisfy the greedy.
Just like Zhong Qingyang.
She thought to herself as she pushed open the car door and got out, standing outside, holding the door open, letting Zhong Qingyang get out by himself.
Once he was out, she reached out to grab his arm to support him a bit.
Zhong Qingyang was using a tissue to cover the wound on his forehead; his knee was scraped, and he walked with a limp.
His wound wasn’t deep, bu ...
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