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Mo Tingyue was like an awkward child, his domineering voice was a bit heartbreaking.

Qiao Anxia did not know what to say. He was always like this, giving her a slap before giving her a jujube. Furthermore, this jujube was bitter and astringent.

If Mo Tingyue had said those words to her the moment she had rushed into the hospital room, perhaps she would have forgiven him