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There was anger in his commanding tone.

Qiao Anxia pointed to her bandaged left arm and calmly said, "I can't feed you. My hand hurts."

"Hey, right hand!" Mo Tingyue's tone turned slightly sullen.

The tougher he was, the more stubborn Qiao Anxia became. "I can't feed him with one hand."

"Qiao Anxia!" Mo Tingyue's eyes darkened. He looked at her with a hint of warning in his eyes