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Even After My Death

Jiang Ning was the true heiress of the Huo Family, lost and living outside. After being brought back by her family, her birth parents didn't like her, her cold-faced brother despised her, and her twin brothers would tell her to get lost from the home at the drop of a hat. Waking up alone in the hospital, she was diagnosed by the doctor with a terminal illness, yet her own family was busy throwing a party for the fake heiress. Jiang Ning was furious! She kicked these so-called family members one by one, sending them all flying! If they didn't accept her, she didn't care for them either! ...... Jiang Ning participated in a rural countryside live stream variety show. Her haters caught wind and came to greet Jiang Ning's entire family in the barrage of messages. But what they found was: Day one: Shock! Jiang Ning catches a thief on the street! A golden retriever runs over to help her. Day two: Jiang Ning snatches a child back from human traffickers with her bare hands! A bird publicly defecates on the traffickers' heads! Day three: Jiang Ning fights a criminal in a life-and-death struggle! A goose mocks them at the scene. Thief: "I had already finished stealing, and she still caught me. It's absurd." Murderer on the run for sixteen years: "You might not believe it, but I just came to buy a bottle of water, and she came up to me with a big right hook." A nice countryside live stream somehow turned into a legal synergy. The online audience crazily tagged the official police accounts: "Let's be honest, isn't she an undercover agent you dispatched?" "Jiang Ning's side job is entering the entertainment industry, but her main role is catching criminals, right?" A certain big shot attached a wedding photo: "Wife, mine."

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Chapter 158 Dog Team, Great Achievement!_3

Zhong Yuanlong nodded slightly to Jiang Ning, "You see for yourself, is this not meat?"

The bag in his hand was transparent, and the various types of meat neatly packed inside were clearly visible—even though they were refrigerated, one could distinguish their kind by their color and shape: there was chicken, pig's trotters, and knuckle meat.

Song Sheng, who was closest to the freezer, glanced at the meat in Zhong Yuanlong's hand and then looked down into the freezer again.

A cold chill rushed at him as he peered into the packed freezer, which contained many semi-finished dishes similar to the ones in Zhong Yuanlong's hand, but even more of them were palm-sized ice packs.

However, upon further thought, if Zhong Yuanlong had placed so many ice packs to prevent the dishes from thawing and spoiling, then it made sense.