My words made Lao Zhao in front of him stunned, the middle-aged loss of his daughter was originally a painful thing.

Now that he knows that there is such a thing behind his daughter's death, he is even more uncomfortable and doesn't know what to say.

After a moment, he grabbed my wrist tightly and said in a pleading tone: "Sir, I don't care what means you use, and I don't care how much you charge,......

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