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... water, Mo Weiyi was much more adept this time. She scooped up less than half a spoon each time and steadily handed it to him to drink.
After quickly finishing a small bowl of chicken soup, she asked, “Do you want more?”
“Hmm,” the man replied with a grunt.
Mo Weiyi stood up once again to fill half a bowl of soup, all the while muttering internally.
He clearly seemed to be starving like a ghost, and yet he refused to drink chicken soup when Uncle Liu offered it. Is ...
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