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"Muzhi, do you have a knife?"

The bottom of Lin Ran's eyes were bright red. Even the mist couldn't cover them.

"Xiao Ran, what do you want?"

Xu Muzhi grabbed the chopsticks in her hand and threw them on the table.

"I'm going to use a knife to stab this damned thing out …"

Lin Ran shouted angrily. Her voice was trembling violently.

"Xiao Ran, calm down