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"I don't feel anything," she answered truthfully.
"Can I be discharged now?"
"In the afternoon," Gu Jiangnian was unexpectedly amiable.
Jiang Muwan looked at the wounds on Gu Jiangnian's forehead and the back of his hand, feeling somewhat guilty. She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat and never came out.
She could never be as forthright as Gu Jiangnian.
On the last day of February, the Junhua Charity Foundation and Wanzhong Charitable Foundation jointly held an event, which shook the entire C City when the news broke.
The news spread throughout the city in the morning.
What kind of image did Junhua have?
It was the pinnacle of C City, and its every move could cause a stir in both political and business circles.
Gu Jiangnian, in particular, was like a god to the youth of C City.
"Madam, people from the store have arrived," Lan Ying informed Jiang Muwan in the study room in the afternoon.
