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Ida Chapman said with a puzzled face, "I'd be quite interested to hear what you, Mandy Qamar, would like to do."
Mandy Qamar extended her delicate finger, gently touched between her eyebrows, and then spoke with great excitement, "I want to say thank you to you because it was you who taught me how to be strong. But not now, it will be over your dead body that I'll say thank you, ha, ha." A wicked laugh followed, like a demon baby bursting forth from hell, sending chills down Ida Chapman's spine.
Ida Chapman feigned calmness, as if to threaten, she gritted her teeth and said, "The poison in your body hasn't been cured. I think it must be quite uncomfortable for you. If I die, you'll be in pain forever."
Indeed, Mandy Qamar was suffering from pain unbearable to most, as if every time the poison flared up, she plunged into an abyss, her body and soul greatly damaged. It was better not to mention it, but bringing it up only deepened her hatred.
