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After about five minutes had passed, Qu Ningyuan slowly lifted his head. His hair was in disarray, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face seemed to have aged considerably. The situation with Qu Ningjing had clearly taken a significant toll on him.

"So, you're suggesting I send her to a rehab center? But what if Ningjing can't handle their methods of detoxification? With such a strong addiction