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Fu Gui squeezed Liu Mei’s hand slightly, signaling her not to speak. He could understand the family members’ anger looking for a scapegoat because of their current low point. But, it was inappropriate to bring up his sister Xiao Qian.

Rumors spread fast, and they could vent their anger on Xiao Qian every day and spread gossip among others. This was not a good situation.

“I am a forensic psychiatrist. If you trust me, you can tell me about your son’s situation. Maybe I ca ...

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