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On the first floor, in a sun-drenched bedroom, Qiao Qiangwei was rubbing her grumbling stomach with a deep frown on her face. She had overheard the conversation between Xiaoxiao and Fang Zhi in the living room while they were on the phone.

Knowing that Fang Zhi was coming back early that evening, she grew even more certain that Fang Zhi agreed with what Xiaoxiao said, intending to drive her out.

"Fang Zhi, brother, is this how you treat me?"

Qiao Qiangwei indignantly thought to herself that if it weren't for her threatening her own life, her brother would never have given her the antidote.

If it weren't for her, Fang Zhi would have long become a cold corpse by now.

She refused to believe Fang Zhi could be so heartless.

Qiao Qiangwei bit her lip so hard that it began to bleed, yet she felt nothing—nothing but an endless chill in her heart.