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In the bedroom, Mu Zikun sat limply on the floor. Due to the warmth of the floor, he didn't need to worry about catching a cold. Ah Lian also sat beside Mu Zikun. However, Mu Zikun was carrying some food as if he didn't want to give it to Ang Yi at all.
"Mu Zikun, stop right now." Ah Lian looked at Mu Zikun's hands, "Am I still your wife? Is this how you treat your wife? Let me tell you