Three days later, the man died.

Li Xiaoshuang used the money in the card to hold a decent funeral for the man.

The rich have distant relatives in the mountains, and the poor in the downtown no one asks.

Not a single relative, not a single friend came.

Li Xiaoshuang stood alone in the hazy light rain, his face flowing, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

In front of the tomb, there were a few steamed buns.

Her shoes were torn, but she never spent a penny on herself.

Even if it's a pair of shoes, an umbrella.

With a feverish forehead after catching a cold, she walked down the hill all the way from the suburbs to the hospital.

She wants to return the card.

When she saw Lin Yang, she was about to faint.

But he still held his body and put the ......

Chapter 173 of "The Female President's Personal Dragon" Why don't you be the protagonist? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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