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Dead.
This woman named Qiqi.
The woman who once smiled so sweetly and beautifully was now dead beyond dead.
He was a doctor.
Determining life and death, that was his expertise.
He did not attempt to revive Qiqi with CPR.
It wasn't that he was reluctant.
Instead, he could tell at a glance that Su Xiaosu had shown no mercy, Qiqi's chest cavity had collapsed, and her heart and lungs were shattered, beyond saving even by a deity.
"Why must women make it so hard for each other?"
Only then did Hu Sandao remember that this 1.99 meters tall Super Su was actually a woman.
He couldn't help but mourn for the little fatty who had only moments before been repeatedly pushed off the train tracks.
Your future life won't be easy!
"Was there a hint?"
Hu Sandao turned his head and asked.
Su Xiaosu shook her head.
The meaning was clear.
An ordinary person.
Not an apostle.
But why?
