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Nian Mo gritted his teeth as he glared at Xing Hai with his fists clenched. If it wasn't for Mo Bao, he would definitely have let Xing Hai see the light. After snorting at Xing Hai, Nian Mo ran to Mo Bao's side and climbed onto the chair.

"I'm a little hungry. Mo Baobao, can you cook something for me?"

The others thought that Mo Bao would reject them