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Standing at the door of the hospital room, Jing Xuan's eyes flickered when he heard Tang Huai say that.
He looked at her, his gaze never leaving her.
Whether she was smiling, talking, silent, or joyful, he liked watching her.
He doted on her, no matter what she said or did, he felt it was right.
When she accused Liao Xiaoxiao directly, saying it was Peng Cai who set the fire, and even Liao Xiaoxiao's concealment, he believed she was right.
Upon hearing this, Liao Xiaoxiao's face suddenly distorted, and she cursed Peng Cai vehemently: "She's just jealous that our shop is doing well! She thinks we stole her business, and wanted to burn down our place! That damn woman, so malicious, she deserves to be childless!"
Cursing, tears spilled from Liao Xiaoxiao's eyes; she held Daya's hand, heartbroken, and sobbed: "Poor my Daya, I asked the doctor, even after the skin graft, scars will remain."
Daya was already in pain, and hearing Liao Xiaoxiao's words, her tears fell again...
